1 Take King

Goodmorning the sky is gorgeous
The weed filling my fortress
My flow is just like a torch is
My mind running like horses
You need it just know I got it
Them Xannie bars in my pocket
Pocket check, check your pockets
We pick pocket your wallet
For popping off like you brolic
Too much vodka and tonic
I'm chronically smoking chronic
Like what the fuck was I thinking
Ramble on when I'm drinking
Treat any day like a weekend
I'm never giving a fuck
Grew up parents divided
They always telling me choose
Like I'm the one undecided
Like I'm the one indecisive
I roll a blunt and I light it
Always follow money I never follow Religion
Rockin' Scottie Pippen's my bitch nice in the kitchen
Chefin' up the plate eggs on top a steak
Rolling up the flight I light and elevate
David Blaine levitate I'm higher than Heavens gates
Whenever I'm get baked
These rappers I can't relate
You mother fuckers is fake

Aye, aye
Aye
Aye, aye
Aye, aye
Aye

Red eye rebel nobody is on my level
I blow blunts with God and share joints with the devil
Full metal ready for war
Lyrical semi like Demi I give 'em more
Different leagues I don't play with you fucks
Jordan when I'm scoring my tongue out in the clutch
No rush I'm cool calm and collected
Even when they saying that packs was intercepted
Rental car from avis me and Frankie Faces
Making more runs than track stars in asics
No fake shit got 'em stuck off the real
Tell your homie chill my homies shooting to kill
Nobody wearing cleats but we all playing the field
Watch the base the fiends looking to steal
Nickel been real I came up in the Ville



Credits
Writer(s): Nickel Boyce
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