KingsOfKings
♟️ GRANDMASTERS ♟️
MOAS was fire frThat MOAS was pure fire as was Retropolitan was pure
MOAS was fire frThat MOAS was pure fire as was Retropolitan was pure
Aww man the collabo album with Pete Rock is fireI have not heard one thing from this dude ever I’m sleeping
The second verse on Curtsey Call is nasty
Say they wanted all the smoke
Ok, until I'm Matt Barnes at the thought of hope
I'm on the way, gunning at 100 in the car alone
Double park, run in the crib, I still know the code
Pardon me, it's been never since someone parted me
You gon' have to lose the whole you to take part of me
I'm from where a quarter P is lotto in a ground stash
Or, spin the block on a beat like it's a sound bath
I come in here and drown that, pray that I don't notice you
Know my catalog is a Taylor Rooks photoshoot
Good God, Man Boy kitchen in this cook-off
My Franklin Saint Wrangler ain't the only thing that's push start
All this can happen as quick as a critic looks wrong
Body who you praise and now you can write a book on them
The fine literature author, wild Hennessy pourer
Whose grey sweats turned women to Sodom and Gomorrah
It's wicked, ain't it? Pardon the vision, the description came with
I just needed to get this picture painted
Blood baths with who you in the way with
Like "Aye, let's get acquainted!"
Yo, my neighbor taught us to kick the frame in
44 like we Hubert Davis, try to range us?
Knowing I'm from where they sell iron to their neighbors
A husky with a golf club, gnawing over pavement
I came here with three meanings, Skyler the creator
DamnThe second verse on Curtsey Call is nasty
Say they wanted all the smoke
Ok, until I'm Matt Barnes at the thought of hope
I'm on the way, gunning at 100 in the car alone
Double park, run in the crib, I still know the code
Pardon me, it's been never since someone parted me
You gon' have to lose the whole you to take part of me
I'm from where a quarter P is lotto in a ground stash
Or, spin the block on a beat like it's a sound bath
I come in here and drown that, pray that I don't notice you
Know my catalog is a Taylor Rooks photoshoot
Good God, Man Boy kitchen in this cook-off
My Franklin Saint Wrangler ain't the only thing that's push start
All this can happen as quick as a critic looks wrong
Body who you praise and now you can write a book on them
The fine literature author, wild Hennessy pourer
Whose grey sweats turned women to Sodom and Gomorrah
It's wicked, ain't it? Pardon the vision, the description came with
I just needed to get this picture painted
Blood baths with who you in the way with
Like "Aye, let's get acquainted!"
Yo, my neighbor taught us to kick the frame in
44 like we Hubert Davis, try to range us?
Knowing I'm from where they sell iron to their neighbors
A husky with a golf club, gnawing over pavement
I came here with three meanings, Skyler the creator