KingsOfKings
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Classic in my eyes
โComing up, had mad friends, close ones, homies, associates/ Some died, went to jail, some nights overdosed on opiates/ I been to hell and back but I'm Gucci now, n*ggas know we lit/ bytch from Jamaica, weed from Amsterdam, the pistol Sovietโ โ Prayers Over Packages
โBlack kids never had it easy, had to grind for this/ But understand, land is more important than designer sh*t/ We split the fortune in portions and everybody fine with it/ They say you gon' get everything you deserve when the time is litโ โ Zig Zag Zig
โSo often friend morph to foe, only trust a soul/ It's either money or they lust control/ Heaven's what you make it, hell's the bullsh*t you go through tryna touch your goldโ โ The Devilโs Chord
โFollow nothing, make my own way, nobody leading me/ Body after body, bytch I lead the league easily/ They worship Rome Streetz like he a deity/ Still the flow is oh so ghetto like Jay Z in D&Dโ -Shooting At The Dance Hall
โI pledge allegiance to the pesos/ Possess the power to hold pistols and potent product by the case loadโ โ Horn & Halo
โYa flavorless, I blaze whoever's on your favorite list/ I'm made for this, I'm Neo making his way through the matrixโ โ Fly Obnoxious
โNo brake, all gas pedal, ping pongin' memories of how I made a big boulder out my last pebble/ Rebel, foldin' bread like a pretzel/ Can't skip steps, scrap, I excelled at every levelโ โ F*ck You know About Me