1942
Watch I wave my flag
Wait until you see my flag
Can't you see the throne is for the taking
I hope it's not too late
Stuck inside the trenches
I been i been
Stuck inside The trenches
Lobster mac n cheese
This ain't Mickey Ds
Calamari and the shots with the green tea
No tricks up my sleeve
This ain't Halloween
Capital N H P
Thank you capital G O D
I be with the troops
Strapped up with the boots
Yelling hooty hoo
Like we in the boot
Had her in the hills
Fucked her out of heels
She say what done got into you
1942
Tequila tequila
My Greek mama mia
My honey my beehive
I see ya I see ya
Man we go together
Like Jane & G.I
Like Puffy and B.I
Like tiny & T.I
Keep it exclusive
I'm private like P.I.
Take three shots of sea moss
This ain't out the tea pot
this that Dr. Sebi
My heart is so heavy
My crown is so heavy
The world isn't ready
But I was born ready
This here is royalty
Counting my royalties
I'm the original
More like seniority
Hang you by threads
This is embroidery
I know there's more for me
Fuck the majority
This here is quality
Okt be recording me
Where's the equality
Ain't no equality
Why is you shorting me
Raising my touring fee
Open the door for me nigga
Lobster mac n cheese
This ain't Mickey Ds
Calamari and the shots with the green tea
No tricks up my sleeve
This ain't Halloween
Capital N H P
Thank you capital G O D
I be with the troops
Strapped up with the boots
Yelling hooty hoo
Like we in the boot
Had her in the hills
Fucked her out of heels
She say what done got into you
1942
I hate to lose more than I love to win
Trill shit
Its big Billy to you though
Lot of B's
Championship Music
I'm get medieval on your ass
I road in on my high horse
Tell me what would you ride for
Before they hang me out to dry
And set my land on fire
I go man on fire
Would you go an eye for an eye or
Would you turn the another cheek
Like every freak for a dollar
I was once a squire
The dark knight from Gotham city
Buried another empire
You know the devil a buy ya
But Ain't know slaves round here
Only queens and higher
Only Angelou we every quote is poems from Maya
Welcome to the show (Real)
Kill the scene it's a tragedy
And they still counting casualties
This for those turnt they back on me
That forgot to get back to me
All my doubters crawl back to me
Make a queen throw that ass for me
Greet a king like your majesty, all hail
They can't tax what we taxing
Only here for the backend
Show a chain get reactions
That's a chain reaction
You see I preach and I practice
On my John the Baptist
I define what black is (Real)
Wait until you see my flag
Can't you see the throne is for the taking
I hope it's not too late
Stuck inside the trenches
I been i been
Stuck inside The trenches
Lobster mac n cheese
This ain't Mickey Ds
Calamari and the shots with the green tea
No tricks up my sleeve
This ain't Halloween
Capital N H P
Thank you capital G O D
I be with the troops
Strapped up with the boots
Yelling hooty hoo
Like we in the boot
Had her in the hills
Fucked her out of heels
She say what done got into you
1942
Tequila tequila
My Greek mama mia
My honey my beehive
I see ya I see ya
Man we go together
Like Jane & G.I
Like Puffy and B.I
Like tiny & T.I
Keep it exclusive
I'm private like P.I.
Take three shots of sea moss
This ain't out the tea pot
this that Dr. Sebi
My heart is so heavy
My crown is so heavy
The world isn't ready
But I was born ready
This here is royalty
Counting my royalties
I'm the original
More like seniority
Hang you by threads
This is embroidery
I know there's more for me
Fuck the majority
This here is quality
Okt be recording me
Where's the equality
Ain't no equality
Why is you shorting me
Raising my touring fee
Open the door for me nigga
Lobster mac n cheese
This ain't Mickey Ds
Calamari and the shots with the green tea
No tricks up my sleeve
This ain't Halloween
Capital N H P
Thank you capital G O D
I be with the troops
Strapped up with the boots
Yelling hooty hoo
Like we in the boot
Had her in the hills
Fucked her out of heels
She say what done got into you
1942
I hate to lose more than I love to win
Trill shit
Its big Billy to you though
Lot of B's
Championship Music
I'm get medieval on your ass
I road in on my high horse
Tell me what would you ride for
Before they hang me out to dry
And set my land on fire
I go man on fire
Would you go an eye for an eye or
Would you turn the another cheek
Like every freak for a dollar
I was once a squire
The dark knight from Gotham city
Buried another empire
You know the devil a buy ya
But Ain't know slaves round here
Only queens and higher
Only Angelou we every quote is poems from Maya
Welcome to the show (Real)
Kill the scene it's a tragedy
And they still counting casualties
This for those turnt they back on me
That forgot to get back to me
All my doubters crawl back to me
Make a queen throw that ass for me
Greet a king like your majesty, all hail
They can't tax what we taxing
Only here for the backend
Show a chain get reactions
That's a chain reaction
You see I preach and I practice
On my John the Baptist
I define what black is (Real)
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Writer(s): Jayson Cornelius
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