The name of the game be king and die rich
DatLamborghini Gallardo itailian some fly shit
We got it out the mud my liks was yo liks
We use to run around the side of tha house to find bricks
I got an escalator all up in my house kid with the alligator system in my ride trick
We got the paper and we gotta hide shit
I'm Walter Payton That's, touchdown bitch
I'm paraphrasing with the super stoopid rhyme spit
I'm at the circus running circles more than average
Since my birth I been cursed tryna get rich
I'm in the kitchen whipping the Dope gymnastics
The drank tailored I'm solo in the ride
I'm mystical slide thru dick crooked like a roach leg
Typically drive thru get slurpy from a side chick
Whip it then I'm thru repeat it then I'm you
What I got up in my sippery cup is piru
But the paint that we drip on the nawfside is blue
Street fighter when I'm tossing this fire it's Ryu
And the crown on my head cuz I'm king and not you cuz the name
Say, dis dat trap shit frontline Bankhead
I was raised by some real G's who certified and crack heads
Sledgehammer flow tony hawk grind and to trap dead
My spot jumpin like trampolines and bae bae's on a pissy bed
Sds gmb nigga on dis trap junkie shit got whatever dat you need nigga
Narcs bars soft hard molly and got weed nigga
Say homie you got some drank got what ever dat you need nigga
One time fa my homies in feds
And it's free you til I see you fuk a snitch I leave em dead
Patrick Simmons Derrick Williams and my nigga o.g. Reg
Got hitters in my circle who stay flames up in red
Keep ya mind on ya money keep ya strap at all times
Cuz you never really know when it's about to go dine
Come try me no young thugger imma shoot and move around
And ain't nobody sayin nothin so don't move or make or sound
I stand on the hood same time lift it up
Flush ya radiator if ya trippin no sippy cup
Can't slick a can of oil but we pourin up
You think we slow in the H you got me screwed up
Me 50 fee a don not a pawn when boys was young i swang and I swung
Ahead of the class the principal was funds
But you lack class cuz ya principals are dumb
Scenery change as I flip to the next chapter
(Biggie)
Swangers on adaptor two prongs laughing at ya
(Really)
My motto is lotto scratch and win
Dat mean scratch off and chase bens try ta win
If you lose replay what went wrong fast forward tho I ain't with the sad songs
Boss up boss life like thugger said
Roc 4 Roc gold dig in mud get ya bread
Turn up but stay down when you turn heads
Know when take it in pray and go to bed
Turn up but stay down when you turn heads
Know when take it in pray and go to bed
King Noah 1 - Chess (feat. Bayou Runner Maestro, Triggaman & 50/50 Twin) Lyrics
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The name of the game be king and die rich
DatLamborghini Gallardo itailian some fly shit
We got it out the mud my liks was yo liks
We use to run around the side of tha house to find bricks
I got an escalator all up in my house kid with the alligator system in my ride trick
We got the paper and we gotta hide shit
I'm Walter Payton That's, touchdown bitch
I'm paraphrasing with the super stoopid rhyme spit
I'm at the circus running circles more than average
Since my birth I been cursed tryna get rich
I'm in the kitchen whipping the Dope gymnastics
The drank tailored I'm solo in the ride
I'm mystical slide thru dick crooked like a roach leg
Typically drive thru get slurpy from a side chick
Whip it then I'm thru repeat it then I'm you
What I got up in my sippery cup is piru
But the paint that we drip on the nawfside is blue
Street fighter when I'm tossing this fire it's Ryu
And the crown on my head cuz I'm king and not you cuz the name
Say, dis dat trap shit frontline Bankhead
I was raised by some real G's who certified and crack heads
Sledgehammer flow tony hawk grind and to trap dead
My spot jumpin like trampolines and bae bae's on a pissy bed
Sds gmb nigga on dis trap junkie shit got whatever dat you need nigga
Narcs bars soft hard molly and got weed nigga
Say homie you got some drank got what ever dat you need nigga
One time fa my homies in feds
And it's free you til I see you fuk a snitch I leave em dead
Patrick Simmons Derrick Williams and my nigga o.g. Reg
Got hitters in my circle who stay flames up in red
Keep ya mind on ya money keep ya strap at all times
Cuz you never really know when it's about to go dine
Come try me no young thugger imma shoot and move around
And ain't nobody sayin nothin so don't move or make or sound
I stand on the hood same time lift it up
Flush ya radiator if ya trippin no sippy cup
Can't slick a can of oil but we pourin up
You think we slow in the H you got me screwed up
Me 50 fee a don not a pawn when boys was young i swang and I swung
Ahead of the class the principal was funds
But you lack class cuz ya principals are dumb
Scenery change as I flip to the next chapter
(Biggie)
Swangers on adaptor two prongs laughing at ya
(Really)
My motto is lotto scratch and win
Dat mean scratch off and chase bens try ta win
If you lose replay what went wrong fast forward tho I ain't with the sad songs
Boss up boss life like thugger said
Roc 4 Roc gold dig in mud get ya bread
Turn up but stay down when you turn heads
Know when take it in pray and go to bed
Turn up but stay down when you turn heads
Know when take it in pray and go to bed
DatLamborghini Gallardo itailian some fly shit
We got it out the mud my liks was yo liks
We use to run around the side of tha house to find bricks
I got an escalator all up in my house kid with the alligator system in my ride trick
We got the paper and we gotta hide shit
I'm Walter Payton That's, touchdown bitch
I'm paraphrasing with the super stoopid rhyme spit
I'm at the circus running circles more than average
Since my birth I been cursed tryna get rich
I'm in the kitchen whipping the Dope gymnastics
The drank tailored I'm solo in the ride
I'm mystical slide thru dick crooked like a roach leg
Typically drive thru get slurpy from a side chick
Whip it then I'm thru repeat it then I'm you
What I got up in my sippery cup is piru
But the paint that we drip on the nawfside is blue
Street fighter when I'm tossing this fire it's Ryu
And the crown on my head cuz I'm king and not you cuz the name
Say, dis dat trap shit frontline Bankhead
I was raised by some real G's who certified and crack heads
Sledgehammer flow tony hawk grind and to trap dead
My spot jumpin like trampolines and bae bae's on a pissy bed
Sds gmb nigga on dis trap junkie shit got whatever dat you need nigga
Narcs bars soft hard molly and got weed nigga
Say homie you got some drank got what ever dat you need nigga
One time fa my homies in feds
And it's free you til I see you fuk a snitch I leave em dead
Patrick Simmons Derrick Williams and my nigga o.g. Reg
Got hitters in my circle who stay flames up in red
Keep ya mind on ya money keep ya strap at all times
Cuz you never really know when it's about to go dine
Come try me no young thugger imma shoot and move around
And ain't nobody sayin nothin so don't move or make or sound
I stand on the hood same time lift it up
Flush ya radiator if ya trippin no sippy cup
Can't slick a can of oil but we pourin up
You think we slow in the H you got me screwed up
Me 50 fee a don not a pawn when boys was young i swang and I swung
Ahead of the class the principal was funds
But you lack class cuz ya principals are dumb
Scenery change as I flip to the next chapter
(Biggie)
Swangers on adaptor two prongs laughing at ya
(Really)
My motto is lotto scratch and win
Dat mean scratch off and chase bens try ta win
If you lose replay what went wrong fast forward tho I ain't with the sad songs
Boss up boss life like thugger said
Roc 4 Roc gold dig in mud get ya bread
Turn up but stay down when you turn heads
Know when take it in pray and go to bed
Turn up but stay down when you turn heads
Know when take it in pray and go to bed
Writer: Noah Dunham, Prentice Esprit, Rodrick Russaw
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid