St. King

Two door coupe
Zoom, zoom past the high moon
These fuckers shoot like high noon
They back door like looney toons
Everybody dyin' wit' us, june
You must be new
Fuck you do
If I ain't tell my momma why the fuck I'm tellin' you?
So fantastic
Friendly passin' me by just to cause damage
Lookin' at the system
Why they pose stances
Forgot to mention the facts he spreadin'
Stretched 'em
We ain't free from stitches
'Cause the buildin' blocks is eight fuckin' sections
They go which and every direction
Don't go steppin' 'round a place you never fuckin slept in
Bitch, I took myself and that's a blessin'
I ain't gotta tuck a Glock to sleep on bad intentions
That's the life these pussies spreadin'

Yo' soul need intervention
My fam need my attention
So fuck yo' whole perception
Bitch, I'm always representing
Hope your shit was good investment
I hope yo' shit was good investment

Shit, it been too bad but so sad
Enough to make a motherfucker crash on the dash for cash
But never knowin' if it'll last
Just like the demons hangin' in the back
Y'all better be steady grateful
How you gon' hate me? bitch I fuckin' made you
I gave you options and droppin' and fuckin' shape you
But no, thank you, no, thank you

I'm already to busy and died from all the history
My ma' was never empty
Surprised that they never guessed me
They lie if they regret me
My ties to all the envy
My guys have saved me plenty
Couple years, like centuries
Rest in piss to everyone against me
I'm the nice guy and all but never cheat sheet when fuckers test me
You'll never hear the end of it
Fuckers lost my blessings
For a couple racks and tags
It's never fucking ending, huh
(Ayo, Ayo)
(Haha)
(Ahahahahahahaha)