Letra King Deniro Farrar

King

You got me extraordinarily fucked up in this bitch
(Ah)

Yuh
Now miss me with that wack ass, trash ass
I don't give a rat's ass what be on your body, motherfucker
I been in the old ass, cold ass
Ain't no heat or air
Passing through this big body, motherfucker
Tell your people "meet me in the lobby", motherfucker
With a bag of fettuccini, cold cash, motherfucker
I'm too godly not to get the bag, motherfucker
No more sitting on my ass being sad, motherfucker
Now, let's get this straight (Look)
I play no games (No games)
Fuck out my face, look
(Ew, your breath stank)
Look, I got no time
Nah
Don't be sublime
Ain't no bush for you to beat around today, motherfucker
(On the gang)
Yuh
Soul food, nigga
Come and get a plate (Come and get it)
This that music for the spirit, come and get a taste
Fuck a carbon-copy, boy
I'm about to innovate (This something new)
Liberated soldier, watch me demonstrate (This what I do)
Ay
Soul food, nigga
Come and get a plate (Come and get it)
This that music for the spirit, come and get a taste
Fuck a carbon-copy, boy
I'm about to innovate (This something new)
Liberated soldier, watch me demonstrate (This what I do)

Oh, you just bought a Lamborghini?
Well, I just got a [?] like a [?]
Guess revenges don't put cheese on my panini
Only time I fuck with meat is when I'm beefing
Them niggas mad cause they hungry
Bitch, we eating
Fuck in private 'cause in public we ain't speaking
Had to cut them niggas off cause they were leeching
Got all that knowledge but ain't practice what you preaching
(Ol' bitch ass nigga)
How do your brothers keep up but ain't never they when they need you?
Beam on that 40, scratch the numbers off of the side (side)
Ski mask for a homicide, in a rental when we slide (slide)
Heat-seeking bullets, won't do him no good to hide (hide)
Meditate my power back, them people told us lies (lies)
Them niggas that bitch-made, I can see it in they eyes
Wolf in sheep's clothing, the Devil come in disguise
I see you look surprised, you living but not alive
My nigga don't pay tithes, but he loyal to that 5's
Slatt
Lion from the jungle, what you call that?
If you ever wrote a statement, that's what we call "rat"
Liberated, educated
That's what you call "black"
Yuh

Soul food, nigga
Come and get a plate (Come and get it)
This that music for the spirit, come and get a taste
Fuck a carbon-copy, boy
I'm about to innovate (This something new)
Liberated soldier, watch me demonstrate (This what I do)
Ay
Soul food, nigga
Come and get a plate (Come and get it)
This that music for the spirit, come and get a taste
Fuck a carbon-copy, boy
I'm about to innovate (This something new)
Liberated soldier, watch me demonstrate (This what I do)