KingsOfKings
❄️ 𝟐𝟐𝟕, 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖊 𝕬𝖙 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕴𝖙! ❄️
Verse 1
"nikkas got the whole game fukked up
Only hit Low for the bop
So hit low for the chopped cheese on a roll
Tell Ock, "Chop, chop"
Circa 2011 in NY, dolo in the studio, breakin' bread with Shipes, gettin' his opinion on "L.T.M"
Then some lil' nikkas on skateboards slid in, quiet as mice (Ssh)
Sooner than later, I would find out they were being attentive, i.e, great minds think alike
Silence is a prophet, probably why all these nikkas talkin'
It was all a blur, blowing big dour by the O, word to mother
They relieved the era of the pros
Yeah, I brought the HiiiPower to the east coast
That's a double enten', I ain't got time to explain
EC, BC out in Brooklyn
Hoppin' turnpikes, dabbing up Fly and Steezy
Plus a lil' badass name ringin' bells on the internet
"'Member them kids on skateboards?"
I was partying in like we never met
Badmon tings, pine frying in the spliff, hitting like a cigarette
Me and Doe fell in love with the Backwoods, then became irrelevant, hmm
Come to find out STEEZ was the leader of the whole shyt
Wish we could've bust it down more 'fore he transitioned
Fast forward, 4-7 on me permanently
Meanin', if you fukking with them, then you fukking with TDE
This a competitive game, nikkas better be in shape
Catch you a friendly fade, then keep it that way
TDEast was a motherfukkin' stretch, real shyt
Told nikkas he was back in the gym, not just readin' no script
Quill was insensitive mentionin' that bridge
But y'all wasn't there when we was speaking at my intervention
And Vaughn Wick might've referenced Puff a lil' too much
But cuh wanted all the motherfukkin' smoke, hence why he was so blunt
I don't know you other nikkas, I ain't ever knockin' no hustle
I'm just sayin', you might want to tap in before you end up in some trouble, huh
Thought you knew he was the mafia, huh
Big dogs on top of ya, huh
Pause on that, I put the paws on all y'all
And I got lockjaw, might wanna fall on back, all y'all whack (All y'all whack)
nikkas caught theyself tryna defend Dot
Hehe, haha
When gang knows this straight, dancing around stadiums sold out
It's best y'all back up, 'cause quite frankly, if he actually needed back up
Y'all know he'd just bring Soul out (Soul)
The blogs sayin' the coast done lost, that's a bad look
The homie literally just popped out and set the stage for y'all, what the fukk?
I got love for the Beast Coast, well, we the best one, west up
Quit bumpin' your gums, get back in the booth, stop playing with us (On God)
Got me feeling like ice cubes sitting in a glass half full
But I'm straight out of Carson, bringing the arson, lil' nikka, watch your attitude
Ayy, the new boom-bye yae-ga
The Bottega in Chuck Taylors
Might make Dre drop "Detox", and reunite Black Hippy, don't tempt me
Man"
Verse 2
Everything don't happen for a reason
Your bytch in Soul DM, I'm more in season
Yeah, I'm more appeasin'
I need me a Grammy just so I can piece it
Somebody get Moosa on the line
I'm still-
Joey my lil' homie, hold on, don't enter the void
If you knew, clear the room 'fore I seek and destroy
Bang, bang, bang, I'm so corrupted I wanna call out names
But that'll be a waste of my time
'Cause don't nobody want it with A-
B, don't forget the dash
Unless you make the Meta mad
Dollar sign-O-U-L you can fukking have (Yah)
Compliments to the company
Carson across my belly, I'll prove I won already
Bar none, don't cross the ninety-one without a pass
You gon' need credentials and premium gas
And I'ma slap Akademiks when I see him"
"nikkas got the whole game fukked up
Only hit Low for the bop
So hit low for the chopped cheese on a roll
Tell Ock, "Chop, chop"
Circa 2011 in NY, dolo in the studio, breakin' bread with Shipes, gettin' his opinion on "L.T.M"
Then some lil' nikkas on skateboards slid in, quiet as mice (Ssh)
Sooner than later, I would find out they were being attentive, i.e, great minds think alike
Silence is a prophet, probably why all these nikkas talkin'
It was all a blur, blowing big dour by the O, word to mother
They relieved the era of the pros
Yeah, I brought the HiiiPower to the east coast
That's a double enten', I ain't got time to explain
EC, BC out in Brooklyn
Hoppin' turnpikes, dabbing up Fly and Steezy
Plus a lil' badass name ringin' bells on the internet
"'Member them kids on skateboards?"
I was partying in like we never met
Badmon tings, pine frying in the spliff, hitting like a cigarette
Me and Doe fell in love with the Backwoods, then became irrelevant, hmm
Come to find out STEEZ was the leader of the whole shyt
Wish we could've bust it down more 'fore he transitioned
Fast forward, 4-7 on me permanently
Meanin', if you fukking with them, then you fukking with TDE
This a competitive game, nikkas better be in shape
Catch you a friendly fade, then keep it that way
TDEast was a motherfukkin' stretch, real shyt
Told nikkas he was back in the gym, not just readin' no script
Quill was insensitive mentionin' that bridge
But y'all wasn't there when we was speaking at my intervention
And Vaughn Wick might've referenced Puff a lil' too much
But cuh wanted all the motherfukkin' smoke, hence why he was so blunt
I don't know you other nikkas, I ain't ever knockin' no hustle
I'm just sayin', you might want to tap in before you end up in some trouble, huh
Thought you knew he was the mafia, huh
Big dogs on top of ya, huh
Pause on that, I put the paws on all y'all
And I got lockjaw, might wanna fall on back, all y'all whack (All y'all whack)
nikkas caught theyself tryna defend Dot
Hehe, haha
When gang knows this straight, dancing around stadiums sold out
It's best y'all back up, 'cause quite frankly, if he actually needed back up
Y'all know he'd just bring Soul out (Soul)
The blogs sayin' the coast done lost, that's a bad look
The homie literally just popped out and set the stage for y'all, what the fukk?
I got love for the Beast Coast, well, we the best one, west up
Quit bumpin' your gums, get back in the booth, stop playing with us (On God)
Got me feeling like ice cubes sitting in a glass half full
But I'm straight out of Carson, bringing the arson, lil' nikka, watch your attitude
Ayy, the new boom-bye yae-ga
The Bottega in Chuck Taylors
Might make Dre drop "Detox", and reunite Black Hippy, don't tempt me
Man"
Verse 2
Everything don't happen for a reason
Your bytch in Soul DM, I'm more in season
Yeah, I'm more appeasin'
I need me a Grammy just so I can piece it
Somebody get Moosa on the line
I'm still-
Joey my lil' homie, hold on, don't enter the void
If you knew, clear the room 'fore I seek and destroy
Bang, bang, bang, I'm so corrupted I wanna call out names
But that'll be a waste of my time
'Cause don't nobody want it with A-
B, don't forget the dash
Unless you make the Meta mad
Dollar sign-O-U-L you can fukking have (Yah)
Compliments to the company
Carson across my belly, I'll prove I won already
Bar none, don't cross the ninety-one without a pass
You gon' need credentials and premium gas
And I'ma slap Akademiks when I see him"
