King

Yuh
If I ain't make no fucking money
Yea I ain’t make no fucking money
Yea I ain't make no fucking money
I think the king getting hungry

Tired of my shit I'll probably break a couple bricks again
Inspired by the click I’m really never going home again
Fighting with your bitch know the risk
Her mouth expose the rest
Hold the breasts
Just tryna poke the ref
I'm tryna smoke to death
Overload my only friend
Only foe to loathe for sex
No no no we don't connect
At least I hope we don't connеct
I'm bowser broken with my past
Bragging illness in my hеad
I keep my vision on the plaque
You keep your vision on the bag
Shit I been broke for twenty years
Live my life for what I have
I'm tryna split it all in half
When I ain't make no fucking money
And I ain't make no fucking money

Yea I ain’t make no fucking money
Yea I ain’t make no fucking money
Yea I ain't make no fucking money
I think the king getting hungry

Fixed with the stones
Been alone til it’s alright
Piss on the throne
Let my folk think I'm not nice
Top it with some J's on my white rice
Honest contemplate but they're both right
(Both right)
This that hoe fight
Shovel to the head strobe light
Underground to set tone right
Unannounced to let hope die
Learn from clowns god I’m so high
Got me floating shift to shift
Kids emotions in the mix
And they ain't never seen him since

If I ain't make no fucking money
Yea I ain't make no fucking money
Yea I ain't make no fucking money
I think the king getting hungry