Roc Marciano - I Shot the King Lyrics
Real nigga play the feel with the long 40Gave the cold like a pimp, dress all gordyJumping out of a gold 6 40, this is his story***** I'm in it for the chips and the gloryListeners adore me, fly hoes kneel before meYou're not fit to put your hand on a movieYou're rich but you're still cornyMy crib's hit bottom rock coryI'm up 25 stories, tied and get the shooters know the resumeRest chevrolet ak, no pepper spray,Your shades shoot through the picture like an x rayCollect the pay where the meds play,The chain hang by the chest play ignorant shitQuarter million on the wrist, throw you in the water with the fishPaint the town let the cape hang round, dip the JRun the hood, dictate, how my dick taste, greatSquish grapes, move at a swift pace, get cakeThey in between break the template, like an afeThe blade hit the free base, treat the brick like an inmate faceRun the brake like gave a win game get your shit straightSqueeze to 15th like a big snake, fixateNice lips for a dick slave, bang, brain hang like a dingalangBring the banger, every day's like a cliff hangerTip the waiter, progress like ice skaterKnife, late night, dice saker, meet the maker,Price, like paper, type slice pause I'm a bakerPolite nature, the waves with the light taker45, that's a life changerI swore oath on a chandelier, as inside the air on his throneHe turned his head, I shot him dead, don't you knowIf I survive, I ain't never coming back, I shot the king, I shot the kingYo, hit em up, jump in the truck, play the card, kicked upMy bass gator got scraped up, lace us up, from legit to corruptLift the cup, your feet go up, at the key clubKeep the snob, sleep snobRelease slugs while my lady bug steam in the tubGive me some guns and a mean plug, the team grubTwisted green trup for the whole dubPut on the gloves because, cut drugs, with the thugsBefore I had peace fuss moving on your turf with the good work, silk shirtLow quill get killed, lift in ***** niggas kill, blood spilledHit the note left covered in filthGet dead with the pistol concealed in the pin fieldSpin your top like a pinguilSit still nigga chill with a ***** like miss brazilUsed to feel like a young warren hillCut the body at the saw mill, every song is a willMy life's on film, I write what I feelDid my time in the phil, my mom full of diamonds is fillSniff the fish in the criss billIt's the real, swiff with the steelHindu gil with the pillI shoot girl from the feel?Never miss, never will,Click your heels, it's a dealQuick get your wig peeledYou got *****ed, how the dick feel?
