I like the space that I´m in, I´m too mentally strong Put my problems in music, so I´m makin´ these songs Some of you might understand, some of you might take wrong Touched down Hail Marys, now my reach ain´t long Niggas ain´t really there, you just thought they was Half them niggas ain´t real, you just thought they was Ain´t come from the heart, you just bought their love Them ain´t really your niggas, you just bought them thugs You ain´t really that nigga, you just thought you was When the pockets get thinner and the people start whisperin´ (Shh)
And I was masked up, oh, you reppin´ some shitty gang? Screamin´, "Fuck the world", oh, he totin´= his grip again His money gettin´ low, so he back on the strip again Then we hear that, "Woo-woo, woo-woo-woo", when they come, we gon´ dip again We bussin´ down twelve, twelve skinnies for thirties Gotta elevate your game, gotta get to a birdie Yeah, money for them birds, start chirpin´, it´s early Somethin´ good in this wood and my cup is dirty Slide through in my old school whip, I´m swervin´ (Skrrt) Put the crown on my head, I´m the king of Jersey (Skrrt)
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And I swear it´s on, I´m in my zone I swear, I´m on my way And the king is home, see my throne Bring it on, yeah And I swear it´s on, I´m in my zone I swear, I´m on my way And the king is home, see my throne Baby, bring it on, yeah, babe
And I swear it´s on, I´m in my zone I swear, I´m on my way And the king is home, see my throne Bring it on, yeah And I swear it´s on, I´m in my zone I swear, I´m on my way And the king is home, see my throne