Kings

I hail from Freedom Hill, on my feet, I stand
 And what used to be Fila's and Reebok's, damn
 I would meet you at the weed spot where we got grams
 Enough, Doc couldn't detox, so need I plan
 To squeeze off, man, if we not fam
 And let them die for ever trying to calcify my penile gland
 Yeah, they rap like fajitas but chica's fan of whose
 Getting more play like the east side band, ya heard
 She likes diction, a lot of words
 Non-fiction, a bad boy pissed and who fly the bird
 If he's a Christian, what is this, he got the Earth
 93 million miles away, Glock in her purse
 Ahk' got the nerve, yeah, I know I ought to serve
 Everybody looking for a fix, if I got the work
 This is not a curse, chip on my collared shirt
 Bless manifest my destiny, yep, without the church
 Amen, whose son is making a living
 Done chasing the chicken but stashed cake in the kitchen
 Some hated we kick it, these bums basically sickened
 Not a part of my body, God, too big for tripping, huh
 My alibi, tell them I was high when you seen me
 Resurrect Malcolm X, raise my Kundalini
 Genocide couldn't pry me out the black beanie
 Still tapped the bottle of Moscato, watch the genie
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
 Praising Gandhi, you gon' have to praise the shooter x4
 While YouTube got niggas fooled
 Fuck the neh-neh, I'm just trying to get a [?] free like [?]
 Whole lot of followers, a lot less leading
 When y'all niggas gonna realize you can't hashtag freedom
 Hashtag free my nigga when you know he did it
 Make us like ignorant, [?] and his business
 As a culture, now we back where we started, all over
 While niggas in the club predict rain like Al Roker
 I'm just trying to get us on track like locomotives
 Touch your soul, like what's the motive
 I just hope you remain focused on what the goal is
 God body, young Marcus Garvey, my mama said
 Hood's prophet, I'm hood's topic
 2 years later, I still got it, fuck the street cred
 In the '86 Cutlass bumping Jeezy
 Holler at your boy if you ever need me
 Cause I'm gone, maybe off the liquor
 Or maybe in the '86 Caprice with a lift kit
 Either way it goes, I'm lifted
 While niggas iced out to the T like they Lipton
 Dumbing down their lyrics just to get some recognition
 I'll be in the booth like Craig Mack kicking flavor in your system
 Uh, or better yet, your eardrum
 Fuck the metaphors, hope the truth make you listen
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
 Praising Gandhi, you gon' have to praise the shooter
 So hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
 Praising Gandhi, you gon' have to praise the shooter
 If it's to being self to me, I think I figure that
 Most y'all started rapping cause you thought that's where the figures at
 Try to change the game like Three 6 before the Oscars
 Knowing I'm popping and keep it going, no show-stopping
 I'm more like Vlade in LA, you know, without the flopping
 Been in game but it's all the same, still point dropping
 In the view of the mind and hit up Lauryn, get it popping
 It's crazy, she used to stop and never stay and leave you talking
 Topics I'm okay with sharing now
 Before they didn't think about it, guess who's caring now
 Because their favorite rapper been slacking, I'll go and then put a track in
 Demolish y'all polished flows that was keeping their fans attracted
 And I dig, don't speak on it, karma keep me repenting
 Made mistakes and now my plate look like a big pile of spinach
 Too strong, had to move on, the city say I'm due, uh
 Been at it for some years, we eating free without a coupon
 Y'all daughter joined like Groupon, been off that shit
 Suggest you go and get a job and try to catch up quick
 Dealing with Jasmine last night on some catch up shit
 She thinking I done changed, I'm young and grown up quick
 So I split
 Yeah, it's that joint that make your head nod
 Rest in peace, Big Pun, this my terror squad
 You don't want me on your songs, it's the fear of God
 I remember when they said my verses wasn't hard
 Now what's the motive, I'm trying to cop the Lotus
 Driving around town, wave my hand like the POTUS
 Fat boy, larger than life, they all notice
 When niggas think you on, they lining up to be your soldiers
 But being broke is like waking up with Folgers
 Turn the lights on, we watching roaches
 I swore I wouldn't change, spent my money on material things
 Me and my niggas roll tough like we started a gang
 Fucked a couple broads once, now they calling to hang
 Dough told me let them be if they don't call you by name
 Floor seats, Madison Square, just catching the game
 When they scared to give you props, they just call you a [?] fuck that