Long Island
King of the ship
Use to call the kid a jit
Helmets on time to hit
Thuddin' up take the hip
In the whip with a j
Cali kid from the bay
Down to ride
Homie died
Lay in rest
Rip Mac Dre
Want the bag
Load the clip
Dump the mag
Let it off like I'm mad
Got a staff and a rod
Take a bath in the holy water
Truth, I feel it in my bod
I think a gift from God
They loving the vasod
They listen and they nod
Breaking bonds left and right why you walking with yo eyes closed
In this fray better fight
What's a knight to a king
Or a bishop to a pawn
Or king with no team
Got a dream but a demon with a halo
Why that cracker got a beam spreadin terror better put em in a grave yo
Things is finna change I think they finna break bro
A lil' suns all it take
While I'm cosmic finna wake
God a God hidden deep
Ima lion to the sheep
Just a kid spillin' ink
With a blunt and a drink
Meditating let me eat
We can take it to the street
On my toes aiming for the throat
Liftin heavy weights off they feet
Take a seat Lil bro with the heat
This tenth in a row been a week
Let me preach sent p to the a
To the d but a g's all I see never touch never look and idk where it be
Hidden lies hidden truth set me free
What you stuck at the gate need a key
But it is what it is sippin' tea flying free with my wife
And my seed rolling dice and veins filled with ice
Free from pain feeling nice
Use to call the kid a jit
Helmets on time to hit
Thuddin' up take the hip
In the whip with a j
Cali kid from the bay
Down to ride
Homie died
Lay in rest
Rip Mac Dre
Want the bag
Load the clip
Dump the mag
Let it off like I'm mad
Got a staff and a rod
Take a bath in the holy water
Truth, I feel it in my bod
I think a gift from God
They loving the vasod
They listen and they nod
Breaking bonds left and right why you walking with yo eyes closed
In this fray better fight
What's a knight to a king
Or a bishop to a pawn
Or king with no team
Got a dream but a demon with a halo
Why that cracker got a beam spreadin terror better put em in a grave yo
Things is finna change I think they finna break bro
A lil' suns all it take
While I'm cosmic finna wake
God a God hidden deep
Ima lion to the sheep
Just a kid spillin' ink
With a blunt and a drink
Meditating let me eat
We can take it to the street
On my toes aiming for the throat
Liftin heavy weights off they feet
Take a seat Lil bro with the heat
This tenth in a row been a week
Let me preach sent p to the a
To the d but a g's all I see never touch never look and idk where it be
Hidden lies hidden truth set me free
What you stuck at the gate need a key
But it is what it is sippin' tea flying free with my wife
And my seed rolling dice and veins filled with ice
Free from pain feeling nice
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Writer(s): Devin Jones
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