King
(We love you Curly J
Nah nah nah nah
I know you got this song on replay)
I met a baddie I heard she was straight out of Cali
She bad and boujee with a fattie I had to get on it
Niggas is losing the ball
I'm shooting my shot like I want it these niggas don't want it
Nigga there aint no game 7
I'm ending this shit like I'm Jordan like who my opponent
Bitch you can call me King James
When I join the team I own it like imma control it
Yo shawty chilling with me
Yo shawty calling me King
Shawty said she love the way that I sing
Her boyfriend call she letting it ring
I walk in like that nigga
They wasnt posted with me I remember
I was all on that block it was me pulling triggers
They wasnt with it I remember it was me by my solo
My dolo I had to go get it
I came from nothing to something
It was hard I ain't scared to admit it
My story different from niggas I'm meant for this crown
Swear to God that you wouldn't fit it
Man yall niggas be capping
Yall was never really bout' none that action
Skipping school way too many distractions
Hand me downs ain't no money for fashion
Where I come from man them bullets be clapping
Took that pain and mixed it into passion
Breaking hearts I done turn to a savage
Babygirl we had dreams living lavish
Yeah yea
But look at me now look at me now
Now they saying im the talk of the town
Now they saying that they loving my sound
Now these bitches always hanging around
I dont ask they just get on the ground
Run up bandz gotta make 'em all proud
Different bag I don't follow the crowd
Shawty quite but she smoking that loud
Shawty she throwing that ass on my jeans
She said she want me all up in her spleen
Shawty she bugging she really a feen
She cant believe that it's really me
I don't trust niggas they ain't who they seem
Bitches be lying to get with the team
They screaming my name this must be a dream
Now im a star that everyone see
I told them my dreams they looked at me funny
Everyone switch up when you making money
Grew up in the rain it's just getting sunny
Niggas was hating they look like a dummy
I worked for it all you cant take it from me
Rolling in paper I feel like a mummy
I took ya bitch and I was looking bummy
Talk for a day and she already love me
If shawty look good I might let her top me
I'm from New York so baby I'm cocky
God on my side but the devil still watch me
Niggas switched up and now they move wacky
Niggas be hating but they cannot stop me
Niggas want static but they cannot shock me
They wanna box but niggas cant rock me
Niggas be weak Marciano no Rocky
I walk in like that nigga
They wasnt posted with me I remember
I was all on that block it was me pulling triggers
They wasnt with it I remember it was me by my solo
My dolo I had to go get it
I came from nothing to something
It was hard I ain't scared to admit it
My story different from niggas im meant for this crown
Swear to God that you wouldn't fit it
Man yall niggas be capping
Yall was never really bout' none that action
Skipping school way too many distractions
Hand me downs ain't no money for fashion
Where I come from man them bullets be clapping
Took that pain and mixed it into passion
Breaking hearts I done turn to a savage
Babygirl we had dreams living lavish
Yeah yea
Nah nah nah nah
I know you got this song on replay)
I met a baddie I heard she was straight out of Cali
She bad and boujee with a fattie I had to get on it
Niggas is losing the ball
I'm shooting my shot like I want it these niggas don't want it
Nigga there aint no game 7
I'm ending this shit like I'm Jordan like who my opponent
Bitch you can call me King James
When I join the team I own it like imma control it
Yo shawty chilling with me
Yo shawty calling me King
Shawty said she love the way that I sing
Her boyfriend call she letting it ring
I walk in like that nigga
They wasnt posted with me I remember
I was all on that block it was me pulling triggers
They wasnt with it I remember it was me by my solo
My dolo I had to go get it
I came from nothing to something
It was hard I ain't scared to admit it
My story different from niggas I'm meant for this crown
Swear to God that you wouldn't fit it
Man yall niggas be capping
Yall was never really bout' none that action
Skipping school way too many distractions
Hand me downs ain't no money for fashion
Where I come from man them bullets be clapping
Took that pain and mixed it into passion
Breaking hearts I done turn to a savage
Babygirl we had dreams living lavish
Yeah yea
But look at me now look at me now
Now they saying im the talk of the town
Now they saying that they loving my sound
Now these bitches always hanging around
I dont ask they just get on the ground
Run up bandz gotta make 'em all proud
Different bag I don't follow the crowd
Shawty quite but she smoking that loud
Shawty she throwing that ass on my jeans
She said she want me all up in her spleen
Shawty she bugging she really a feen
She cant believe that it's really me
I don't trust niggas they ain't who they seem
Bitches be lying to get with the team
They screaming my name this must be a dream
Now im a star that everyone see
I told them my dreams they looked at me funny
Everyone switch up when you making money
Grew up in the rain it's just getting sunny
Niggas was hating they look like a dummy
I worked for it all you cant take it from me
Rolling in paper I feel like a mummy
I took ya bitch and I was looking bummy
Talk for a day and she already love me
If shawty look good I might let her top me
I'm from New York so baby I'm cocky
God on my side but the devil still watch me
Niggas switched up and now they move wacky
Niggas be hating but they cannot stop me
Niggas want static but they cannot shock me
They wanna box but niggas cant rock me
Niggas be weak Marciano no Rocky
I walk in like that nigga
They wasnt posted with me I remember
I was all on that block it was me pulling triggers
They wasnt with it I remember it was me by my solo
My dolo I had to go get it
I came from nothing to something
It was hard I ain't scared to admit it
My story different from niggas im meant for this crown
Swear to God that you wouldn't fit it
Man yall niggas be capping
Yall was never really bout' none that action
Skipping school way too many distractions
Hand me downs ain't no money for fashion
Where I come from man them bullets be clapping
Took that pain and mixed it into passion
Breaking hearts I done turn to a savage
Babygirl we had dreams living lavish
Yeah yea
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Loftin
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