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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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