Lyrics

Always thought I might say something with a meaning But when you start to grow up all decisions look deceiving All those nights are left forgotten Days spent wondering about this evening Being a leader in this region I'm the captain in this legion Hold up Vanity I started with a reason Treated money like a woman Had it coming Had it leaving Went from prince to a king Ask Larry ask Steven From a rock to a ring Fuck the doubters not believing This is Kingstyle, TM Niggas wanna be him Pay up just to see him All my homies Free them' Who the niggas We them If they loyal Keep them Pass out in the morning Wake up in the PM Keep the cash stash Like a backpack got straps Keep fat stack on the left side Pocket in the back Keep an iPhone, newest version Keep a hot girl, no reversin' Keep a track record that ain't hurting But it follows me through all of my verses Keep a mean whip Fuck it I need like 3 whips All these German horses This ain't nothing to compete with She a dancer I bet she free splits 69 or 96 Used to only drive automatic Till I taught a bitch how to ride stick She hold the shaft, control... This shit ain't new to me This shit never used to be music It's like I was losing me JP he wanna feat He wanted Vanity I give him Vanity (Ugh) Better I had to be Killin these tracks Separating the wannabes From those who gotta be Just to show them how they gotta be Better that younger me Shit changed My mind - straight figures 2014 - made niggas 2016 - 6 figures 2018 - stage winner 2020 - big nigga But if I can rap and still keep making stacks I wouldn't deal another car Dawg I swear to you niggas Hearing you niggas I went quiet don't think that I'm scared of you niggas I don't pull the trigger I'm not the type to hype and call all of my niggas But one of my niggas He is the type to fight and cap all of you niggas I'm the type to write and board the flight Overseas for the night to watch a fight, and yea For reals Driving around with the wheels 3 letters you know what I mean And I'm mean What I mean is I don't need a meal Boy I'm hungry what I need is a feast I'm a beast KingStyle in my dope ride Where I keep a bad bitch on the right side No bad bitch I go solo Only stuck around like a promo Got me gassed up No Domo Like to video tape That's Go Pro Like to watch it later like game footage That shit leak Probably get paid for it Put respeck on my name Pay homage I put my city on And got paid for it This local status I get laid for it This lifestyle I was made for it
Writer(s): Darian King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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