King is on His Way

Yeah
Fetty Cash, nigga
Mm, yeah

I like the space that I'm in, I'm too mentally strong
Put my problems in music, so I'm makin' these songs
Some of you might understand, some of you might take wrong
Touched down Hail Marys, now my reach ain't long

Niggas ain't really there, you just thought they was
Half them niggas ain't real, you just thought they was
Ain't come from the heart, you just bought they love
Them ain't really yo' niggas, you just bought them thugs

You ain't really that nigga, you just thought you was
When the pockets get thinner and the people start whisperin' (shh)
And I was masked up, oh, you reppin' some shitty gang?
Screamin', "Fuck the world", oh, he totin' his grip again

His money gettin' low, so he back on the strip again
We hear that, "Woo-woo, woo-woo-woo", when they come, we gon' dip again
We bussin' down 12, 12 skinnies for 30s (yeah)
Gotta elevate yo' game, gotta get to a birdie

Yeah, money for them birds, start chirpin', it's early
Somethin' good in this wood and my cup is dirty
Slide through in my old school whip, I'm swervin' (skrrt)
Put the crown on my head, I'm the king of Jersey (skrrt, yeah), Wap

And I swear it's on, I'm in my zone, I swear, I'm on my way
And the king is home, see my throne, bring it on, yeah
And I swear it's on, I'm in my zone, I swear, I'm on my way
And the king is home, see my throne, baby, bring it on, yeah, babe

(Yeah) and I swear it's on, I'm in my zone, I swear, I'm on my way
And the king is home, see my throne, bring it on, yeah
And I swear it's on, I'm in my zone, I swear, I'm on my way
And the king is home, see my throne, baby, bring it on, yeah, babe



Credits
Writer(s): Willie Maxwell, Eddie Timmons, Cesar Arias, Lucus Closs
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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