All Hail the King
Ah ah hem
A yeah yeah
A Yeah Yeah
Feel like I'm up a point
I leave the hood and keep flying
What's the point of being good
When the good die young
Aint no point of being shook
When u should Goliath
The streets cold
Cold blooded
I need iron
And it's ironic
Won't stop til I'm iconic
Til I run it
Run this shit like I'm sonic
All that mubble rapping is dead
Lets be honest
If you need a hook here go a book
Hooked on phonics
Cuz I rap tight
Over yo head like a bonnet
Smash mics
Get some bread
Then I flaunt it
If the math right
We way ahead
You niggas owe me
Last night she said i'm the goat
And road like a pony nigga
She my new addition
My tendaroni nigga
If u don't smell what I'm cooking
You a jabroni niggaa
Yeah
That's how We on it
Don't keep on calling
I'll have her home by the morning nigga
You know why
You Know why
See tonight I'm coming home
Back to the back to the city where I came from nigga
So I can claim the thrown
Make a name for yourself or remain nameless nigga
If you don't you'll never know
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
You'll never know
How you gon have a chance
If you never take a chance
I Meditate on it
Every now and then
If you stay on ya job you never be late again
Cause that 9 to 5 aint really the place
For him
Gotta go up
I gotta go up
Ain't no Peter Pans in the hood
I gotta grow up
I've been down bad
Tryna get my lottery up
Who put the town back on the map
It gotta b us. (Facts)
Anyone opposed to it
Go do it
Gotta eat
Saw the fork up in the road and drove threw it
It's been weeks couldn't sleep
Everybody goes throw it
Smell of victory is sweet if you just put your nose to it
Like sum pussy on the sheets
When ya 1st exposed to it
Like a f*ckin quarter water
When u push a hole through it
With ya teeth
Tryna get a taste of the cold fluid
In the middle of the summer
Bodies drop like clothes do
Make me think
What the fuk I'm really coming home to
This Shyt is deep
See tonight I'm coming home
Back to the back to the city where I came from nigga
So I can claim the thrown
Make a name for yourself or remain nameless nigga
If you don't you'll never know
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
You'll never know
Jreadi - Back to the City Lyrics
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All Hail the King
Ah ah hem
A yeah yeah
A Yeah Yeah
Feel like I'm up a point
I leave the hood and keep flying
What's the point of being good
When the good die young
Aint no point of being shook
When u should Goliath
The streets cold
Cold blooded
I need iron
And it's ironic
Won't stop til I'm iconic
Til I run it
Run this shit like I'm sonic
All that mubble rapping is dead
Lets be honest
If you need a hook here go a book
Hooked on phonics
Cuz I rap tight
Over yo head like a bonnet
Smash mics
Get some bread
Then I flaunt it
If the math right
We way ahead
You niggas owe me
Last night she said i'm the goat
And road like a pony nigga
She my new addition
My tendaroni nigga
If u don't smell what I'm cooking
You a jabroni niggaa
Yeah
That's how We on it
Don't keep on calling
I'll have her home by the morning nigga
You know why
You Know why
See tonight I'm coming home
Back to the back to the city where I came from nigga
So I can claim the thrown
Make a name for yourself or remain nameless nigga
If you don't you'll never know
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
You'll never know
How you gon have a chance
If you never take a chance
I Meditate on it
Every now and then
If you stay on ya job you never be late again
Cause that 9 to 5 aint really the place
For him
Gotta go up
I gotta go up
Ain't no Peter Pans in the hood
I gotta grow up
I've been down bad
Tryna get my lottery up
Who put the town back on the map
It gotta b us. (Facts)
Anyone opposed to it
Go do it
Gotta eat
Saw the fork up in the road and drove threw it
It's been weeks couldn't sleep
Everybody goes throw it
Smell of victory is sweet if you just put your nose to it
Like sum pussy on the sheets
When ya 1st exposed to it
Like a f*ckin quarter water
When u push a hole through it
With ya teeth
Tryna get a taste of the cold fluid
In the middle of the summer
Bodies drop like clothes do
Make me think
What the fuk I'm really coming home to
This Shyt is deep
See tonight I'm coming home
Back to the back to the city where I came from nigga
So I can claim the thrown
Make a name for yourself or remain nameless nigga
If you don't you'll never know
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
You'll never know
Ah ah hem
A yeah yeah
A Yeah Yeah
Feel like I'm up a point
I leave the hood and keep flying
What's the point of being good
When the good die young
Aint no point of being shook
When u should Goliath
The streets cold
Cold blooded
I need iron
And it's ironic
Won't stop til I'm iconic
Til I run it
Run this shit like I'm sonic
All that mubble rapping is dead
Lets be honest
If you need a hook here go a book
Hooked on phonics
Cuz I rap tight
Over yo head like a bonnet
Smash mics
Get some bread
Then I flaunt it
If the math right
We way ahead
You niggas owe me
Last night she said i'm the goat
And road like a pony nigga
She my new addition
My tendaroni nigga
If u don't smell what I'm cooking
You a jabroni niggaa
Yeah
That's how We on it
Don't keep on calling
I'll have her home by the morning nigga
You know why
You Know why
See tonight I'm coming home
Back to the back to the city where I came from nigga
So I can claim the thrown
Make a name for yourself or remain nameless nigga
If you don't you'll never know
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
You'll never know
How you gon have a chance
If you never take a chance
I Meditate on it
Every now and then
If you stay on ya job you never be late again
Cause that 9 to 5 aint really the place
For him
Gotta go up
I gotta go up
Ain't no Peter Pans in the hood
I gotta grow up
I've been down bad
Tryna get my lottery up
Who put the town back on the map
It gotta b us. (Facts)
Anyone opposed to it
Go do it
Gotta eat
Saw the fork up in the road and drove threw it
It's been weeks couldn't sleep
Everybody goes throw it
Smell of victory is sweet if you just put your nose to it
Like sum pussy on the sheets
When ya 1st exposed to it
Like a f*ckin quarter water
When u push a hole through it
With ya teeth
Tryna get a taste of the cold fluid
In the middle of the summer
Bodies drop like clothes do
Make me think
What the fuk I'm really coming home to
This Shyt is deep
See tonight I'm coming home
Back to the back to the city where I came from nigga
So I can claim the thrown
Make a name for yourself or remain nameless nigga
If you don't you'll never know
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
How you gon have a chance if you never take one
You'll never know
Writer: Jamal Buffins
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