Music Video
Top Songs By Master Kingdom
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edmund Jerome Harris
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yo it's Kingdom
Let's go
Uhh,uhh, uhh, let's go
Been around the World and I realized
That I Can't be Faded
I don't know and I don't care why, part time hustlers faking
Been around the World and I realized
That I Can't be Faded
I don't know and I don't care why, these little busta's hating
Woke up this morning felt a little different
America, America anything is given
Land of opportunity for dreamers on a mission
You might run for the president while running from the prison
Aye, aye
Yea everybody dissing, think they got it figured out
Never take the time to listen, it was written
I'm like everybody tripping, full assault your whole religion just to further their position
Woah, woah
Tell me what is your agenda
For the real ones to surrender
I'll be gone til November, missiles aimed at the US
I'm in Cuba for the winter
Time to Usain Bolt back to the Benz Sprinter, yay
Better lay low if you're enemy
I spit that 8 ball cuz I'm Old E
I'm low key cuz I'm so OG
Top floor NYC look down on me, try
Been around the World and I realized
That I Can't be Faded
I don't know and I don't care why, part time hustlers faking
Been around the World and I realized
That I Can't be Faded
I don't know and I don't care why, these little busta's hating
Things looking strange nowadays
Rappers sale their soul, Man just to get paid
Money gave you freedom, but to sin you're a slave
Hey I'm just reaching out no hands out a grave, wave
Aye I'm from where the real ones get made
So all of y'all my people, tell bro to behave
I'm giving children spankings never flunking a grade
Pure excellence no matter the pain
Bricks get crushed to the grain
Yeah, so watch me break'em down
Rolling through the hood still bumping Dogg Pound
Real ninjas don't give a fuck
Gotta army in my truck, when I pull up it's a pull up
Ninjas sliding out the cut, blahhh
And we don't want no problems like you wannabes, every play foul player who you Wanna be
You couldn't win an inch sitting on the bench
While your runners getting pinched, we knocking shit across the fence, Kingdom
Been around the World and I realized
That I Can't be Faded
I don't know and I don't care why, part time hustlers faking
Been around the World and I realized
That I Can't be Faded
I don't know and I don't care why, these little busta's hating
Black on Black in Chicago
A lot for the heart to swallow
Praying for the babies and a better tomorrow
South Central LA yeah we share in the sorrow
Eerie and irritated busting with hollows
Is this America or is it survival another precious child dead on arrival
Now we gone go revival and break the cycle
Much love to my haters
God bless my rivals
Yeah everybody get your money
Stop crying about the rain and the days it wasn't sunny
I was soaking up the pain
Now you can't take nothing from me
I can teach you how to fight
I'm an army on my lonely
Never fronting on the homies
Keep it real with the real, less time if you phony
I'm The Kingdom on my lonely
Act like you ninjas know me in the hood I'm Big Homie, yeah
Writer(s): Edmund Harris
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