14/Energy
Who we be, young Kings round the block claim T.H.C.
Hot up in the streets like we be T.H.C.
Everybody tryna put a big check on me, a check on we
Who we be, young Kings round the block claim T.H.C.
Hot up in the streets like we be T.H.C.
Everybody tryna put a big check on me, a check on we
KING! KING! KING! KING!
I'm the King Henry MC of his time
Don't need no diamonds and ice to see me shine
Baby girl breaking her neck still looking at my behind
She know me for crafting them weaponous venomous lines
Them weapons are venous poison all of man kind
Clips and shives that hit ribs they end lives
Souls fly so high, into the night sky
Blank eyes, in the carcass of which your bones arrived
No pardon to see our bond die at a funeral
But this system is so big they don't give a shit as usual
The fractions of what we receive remain immutable
Lack of control, your losing your soul
Start telling tell us what we are owed
From the recognition of our souls in flesh and bones
They make our demise looks so beautiful
Feel like Rick mere mortals mind-view so cubical
Premonition in the ignition
Igniting the skies with the cries of mothers wishing
Cuz they know their kids are really cooking in the kitchen
And ride or die really be a way of living
It's still the Henny or Rosé if you ever catch me sipping
Smoking on a Mary J, weed smoke up in my system
Fa-so-la-ti-day melodies they got me wishing
To transform them rainy days into my brothers wishes
We in a simulation, I'm spotting all them glitches
Hitting motherlode on you bitches, my talent gon' create riches
Try stop me end up in ditches, in stitches
My trigger finger twitchin' every time you try and challenge my vision
RTTBAMN or DIE that's the only way of living
It Hot like Sampha plastic 100 Degrees
They can't do it like me
They don't know how to breathe
Rhyme words effortlessly, through the music I see
Like Daredevil if he ever hopped on a Beat
He use the music to see
I use the music to breathe, achieve, express, perceive
Occasionally spit heavenly melodies to put these lionesses in heat
She down on her knees, loving on me, think about me every day of the week
Pretti Boy Pride
Weak energy I sometimes eject from my mind
No distractions I ain't got time
It's my time to shine
I claim the top I claim the sky
Rowe Wrights
Down the block and we claim T.H.C
Everybody tryna put a big check on me
Who we be
T.H.C. T.H.C. T.H.C
Hot up in the streets like we be T.H.C.
Everybody tryna put a big check on me, a check on we
Who we be, young Kings round the block claim T.H.C.
Hot up in the streets like we be T.H.C.
Everybody tryna put a big check on me, a check on we
KING! KING! KING! KING!
I'm the King Henry MC of his time
Don't need no diamonds and ice to see me shine
Baby girl breaking her neck still looking at my behind
She know me for crafting them weaponous venomous lines
Them weapons are venous poison all of man kind
Clips and shives that hit ribs they end lives
Souls fly so high, into the night sky
Blank eyes, in the carcass of which your bones arrived
No pardon to see our bond die at a funeral
But this system is so big they don't give a shit as usual
The fractions of what we receive remain immutable
Lack of control, your losing your soul
Start telling tell us what we are owed
From the recognition of our souls in flesh and bones
They make our demise looks so beautiful
Feel like Rick mere mortals mind-view so cubical
Premonition in the ignition
Igniting the skies with the cries of mothers wishing
Cuz they know their kids are really cooking in the kitchen
And ride or die really be a way of living
It's still the Henny or Rosé if you ever catch me sipping
Smoking on a Mary J, weed smoke up in my system
Fa-so-la-ti-day melodies they got me wishing
To transform them rainy days into my brothers wishes
We in a simulation, I'm spotting all them glitches
Hitting motherlode on you bitches, my talent gon' create riches
Try stop me end up in ditches, in stitches
My trigger finger twitchin' every time you try and challenge my vision
RTTBAMN or DIE that's the only way of living
It Hot like Sampha plastic 100 Degrees
They can't do it like me
They don't know how to breathe
Rhyme words effortlessly, through the music I see
Like Daredevil if he ever hopped on a Beat
He use the music to see
I use the music to breathe, achieve, express, perceive
Occasionally spit heavenly melodies to put these lionesses in heat
She down on her knees, loving on me, think about me every day of the week
Pretti Boy Pride
Weak energy I sometimes eject from my mind
No distractions I ain't got time
It's my time to shine
I claim the top I claim the sky
Rowe Wrights
Down the block and we claim T.H.C
Everybody tryna put a big check on me
Who we be
T.H.C. T.H.C. T.H.C
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Writer(s): Nia Obinma
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