King of Sarrow
I'm crying everyone's tears
And there inside our private war
I died the night before
Yea what she say
All of these remnants of joy and disaster
What am I supposed to do
Haa humble beast shit
I don't go to church, they judging me like I don't believe in Jesus
I question God when my granny died, like why you let her leave us
I got shots seven times, still alive, I know my kids need me
I got niggas rapping just like me, I know the gang need me
A nigga calling bad plays out here just like a referee
Que Nardo Wick, I'm like nigga, who want smoke with me
I'm that humble beast in the blunt stop provoking me
I caught that nigga late night, damn don't be up with me
I'm Jo Morant, after I win the game, I hit the greedy
My nigga got shot, he's still alive, shoutout Greedy
He ran up a hundred in a wheelchair like it's easy
I'm chasing me a M, like I'm bout to catch a body
Damn, I don't even smoke but I be posting with a lighter
Get a nigga high, I'm trying to send a nigga higher
Then fuck a nigga bitch and make her sing like Mariah
My bitch ask me, did I cheat?
I don't know, I'm a liar
Spinning nigga blocks, trying to catch something cause I'm bored
Pull up in a F-150
I'm spinning in a Ford
I'm trying to smack a nigga
Like his last name was Ward
A nigga sent a death threat to me man it got ignored
Humble beast shit nigga yeah
Y'all niggas gone make a niggas come out of retirement
Foreal haaa aye
I don't rap all the time
they say that nigga violent
I won't confess to no body's
Man watch me remain silent
Man they hear it everytime a nigga roar
I'm like lighting
And I got my blick on me
What I look like fighting
I'm really important, I should call myself R.I
Still up in the streets, I'm trying to ride for all my guys
I lost members, couldn't slide for em
The only time I cried
Tried to get him before he went to jail, I told my nigga I tried
I got more bodies than your shooter tell em catch up
Defendants know I'm shooting, when I'm open better step up
They know I'm nice off the hazy
Tell your niggas better step up
My nigga eating off the bench
I say nigga you ate up
My nigga serve you while you eating food like a waiter
My bitch know I'm coming home late, she gon' stay up
Niggas say they really hate my guts, they some haters
My nigga want your man head
I told him just be patient
Yeah you gotta be patience my nigga
We gone get him
Yeah humble beast shit nigga
Aye what I say
Just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothings any good
And there inside our private war
I died the night before
Yea what she say
All of these remnants of joy and disaster
What am I supposed to do
Haa humble beast shit
I don't go to church, they judging me like I don't believe in Jesus
I question God when my granny died, like why you let her leave us
I got shots seven times, still alive, I know my kids need me
I got niggas rapping just like me, I know the gang need me
A nigga calling bad plays out here just like a referee
Que Nardo Wick, I'm like nigga, who want smoke with me
I'm that humble beast in the blunt stop provoking me
I caught that nigga late night, damn don't be up with me
I'm Jo Morant, after I win the game, I hit the greedy
My nigga got shot, he's still alive, shoutout Greedy
He ran up a hundred in a wheelchair like it's easy
I'm chasing me a M, like I'm bout to catch a body
Damn, I don't even smoke but I be posting with a lighter
Get a nigga high, I'm trying to send a nigga higher
Then fuck a nigga bitch and make her sing like Mariah
My bitch ask me, did I cheat?
I don't know, I'm a liar
Spinning nigga blocks, trying to catch something cause I'm bored
Pull up in a F-150
I'm spinning in a Ford
I'm trying to smack a nigga
Like his last name was Ward
A nigga sent a death threat to me man it got ignored
Humble beast shit nigga yeah
Y'all niggas gone make a niggas come out of retirement
Foreal haaa aye
I don't rap all the time
they say that nigga violent
I won't confess to no body's
Man watch me remain silent
Man they hear it everytime a nigga roar
I'm like lighting
And I got my blick on me
What I look like fighting
I'm really important, I should call myself R.I
Still up in the streets, I'm trying to ride for all my guys
I lost members, couldn't slide for em
The only time I cried
Tried to get him before he went to jail, I told my nigga I tried
I got more bodies than your shooter tell em catch up
Defendants know I'm shooting, when I'm open better step up
They know I'm nice off the hazy
Tell your niggas better step up
My nigga eating off the bench
I say nigga you ate up
My nigga serve you while you eating food like a waiter
My bitch know I'm coming home late, she gon' stay up
Niggas say they really hate my guts, they some haters
My nigga want your man head
I told him just be patient
Yeah you gotta be patience my nigga
We gone get him
Yeah humble beast shit nigga
Aye what I say
Just a day that brings it all about
Just another day and nothings any good
Credits
Writer(s): Quentez Mckinney
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