Oh they forgot who I am
Let me remind em
I grew up on ramen
Now I get a check off of rhyming
Lil bitch I'm on timing
I can't leave without it
Not saying I'm violent
Just saying I'm bout it
Okay
Chasing money ain't slept in like 4 days
Trying not to go back to my old ways
I was stepping on niggas like probate
Feel like OJ
Getting top in a bronco I'm really that
Told her after we f*ck she gon need a nap
If my name in your mouth better keep it rap
30k in a month I don't even trap
What you thought it was
I can't sign for a 100 that's not enough
Baccarat my cologne make her fall in love
I done ran through more hoes than a party bus
I done ran through more flows than young Zack & Cody
Miss my Grandy so much got her tatted on me
Made a way off a play like I'm D'Antoni
Pray that all of my haters die sad and lonely
Bitch
Okay we locked in
Don't end up on the wrong side of my Glock twin
After my shows I'm running through red lights I ain't tryna get boxed in
In my city I'm top 10
Really 1 but I think that's the humble in me
And all my niggas coming wit me
You my son on the beat
You don't want it wit me
You don't want it wit, Khali
You don't wanna leave yo mama wit grief
Shawty you don't want go there wit me
Boy I heard you a hoe in these streets
I grind till my pockets as swole as can be
You fight over pussy you got no OG's
When it come to dat cappin shit you above average niggas zone out when you speak
Oh they forgot who I am, dementia
Shit on my neck it ain't less than 4 digits
Hate when you f*ck niggas play in my mentions
Come get your bae she want more than some friend shit
Beat it up at the Thompson no Tristian
She a demon I put her in Christian
Run up on me your soul will get lifted
Poor decisions
Ain't no missing
Ain't no muf*ckin
Okay we locked in
Don't end up on the wrong side of my Glock twin
After my shows I'm running through red lights I ain't tryna get boxed in
In my city I'm top 10
Really 1 but I think that's the humble in me
And all my niggas coming wit me
You my son on the beat
You don't want it wit me
You don't want it wit
King Khali - Locked In Lyrics
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English
Oh they forgot who I am
Let me remind em
I grew up on ramen
Now I get a check off of rhyming
Lil bitch I'm on timing
I can't leave without it
Not saying I'm violent
Just saying I'm bout it
Okay
Chasing money ain't slept in like 4 days
Trying not to go back to my old ways
I was stepping on niggas like probate
Feel like OJ
Getting top in a bronco I'm really that
Told her after we f*ck she gon need a nap
If my name in your mouth better keep it rap
30k in a month I don't even trap
What you thought it was
I can't sign for a 100 that's not enough
Baccarat my cologne make her fall in love
I done ran through more hoes than a party bus
I done ran through more flows than young Zack & Cody
Miss my Grandy so much got her tatted on me
Made a way off a play like I'm D'Antoni
Pray that all of my haters die sad and lonely
Bitch
Okay we locked in
Don't end up on the wrong side of my Glock twin
After my shows I'm running through red lights I ain't tryna get boxed in
In my city I'm top 10
Really 1 but I think that's the humble in me
And all my niggas coming wit me
You my son on the beat
You don't want it wit me
You don't want it wit, Khali
You don't wanna leave yo mama wit grief
Shawty you don't want go there wit me
Boy I heard you a hoe in these streets
I grind till my pockets as swole as can be
You fight over pussy you got no OG's
When it come to dat cappin shit you above average niggas zone out when you speak
Oh they forgot who I am, dementia
Shit on my neck it ain't less than 4 digits
Hate when you f*ck niggas play in my mentions
Come get your bae she want more than some friend shit
Beat it up at the Thompson no Tristian
She a demon I put her in Christian
Run up on me your soul will get lifted
Poor decisions
Ain't no missing
Ain't no muf*ckin
Okay we locked in
Don't end up on the wrong side of my Glock twin
After my shows I'm running through red lights I ain't tryna get boxed in
In my city I'm top 10
Really 1 but I think that's the humble in me
And all my niggas coming wit me
You my son on the beat
You don't want it wit me
You don't want it wit
Let me remind em
I grew up on ramen
Now I get a check off of rhyming
Lil bitch I'm on timing
I can't leave without it
Not saying I'm violent
Just saying I'm bout it
Okay
Chasing money ain't slept in like 4 days
Trying not to go back to my old ways
I was stepping on niggas like probate
Feel like OJ
Getting top in a bronco I'm really that
Told her after we f*ck she gon need a nap
If my name in your mouth better keep it rap
30k in a month I don't even trap
What you thought it was
I can't sign for a 100 that's not enough
Baccarat my cologne make her fall in love
I done ran through more hoes than a party bus
I done ran through more flows than young Zack & Cody
Miss my Grandy so much got her tatted on me
Made a way off a play like I'm D'Antoni
Pray that all of my haters die sad and lonely
Bitch
Okay we locked in
Don't end up on the wrong side of my Glock twin
After my shows I'm running through red lights I ain't tryna get boxed in
In my city I'm top 10
Really 1 but I think that's the humble in me
And all my niggas coming wit me
You my son on the beat
You don't want it wit me
You don't want it wit, Khali
You don't wanna leave yo mama wit grief
Shawty you don't want go there wit me
Boy I heard you a hoe in these streets
I grind till my pockets as swole as can be
You fight over pussy you got no OG's
When it come to dat cappin shit you above average niggas zone out when you speak
Oh they forgot who I am, dementia
Shit on my neck it ain't less than 4 digits
Hate when you f*ck niggas play in my mentions
Come get your bae she want more than some friend shit
Beat it up at the Thompson no Tristian
She a demon I put her in Christian
Run up on me your soul will get lifted
Poor decisions
Ain't no missing
Ain't no muf*ckin
Okay we locked in
Don't end up on the wrong side of my Glock twin
After my shows I'm running through red lights I ain't tryna get boxed in
In my city I'm top 10
Really 1 but I think that's the humble in me
And all my niggas coming wit me
You my son on the beat
You don't want it wit me
You don't want it wit
Writer: Ashanti Walker
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