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King

Tommy Lee Sparta
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I'm a king I'm a king, I'm a king I'm a king, but wasn't born inside a castle Had to hustle for the dollar Not depending on them for nothing They will tell that they love you Set you up so they can fuck you up My automatic doesn't trust anyone Cause your own blood will blood you It's a big automatic when we trod in the street They're carrying feelings, we're carrying the heat Like Saturday, we put an end to the weak Said that you're A player, but you never knew your girl is a freak Money in my pocket, and it's chilling, it's freezing If you don't leave my name alone, I'll make your family weep It's a big automatic when we trod in the street It's a big automatic when we trod in the street I'm king, but my kingdom is the streets Just like Miami, we'll bring the heat These youths only want beef No sympathy to make defeat I don't know what is in the way Making them watching my legacy Because they want to be Tommy Lee Say they want to do that When they see me, their afraid to do it Wasting my time, I kiss my teeth They Spartans don't take defeat The amount of men that [?], that we're trying to cease the feast Make your friends carry the coffin, and your mother fix your [?] We touch the road bold, have to know the road code We burst your head and send you on the ghost road Hand on the steering, the other is on the Four Four I'm still carrying, always carrying High-Grade smoke is coming out my nose hole The marijuana cloud can patch up the ozone [?] when we put hollow-tips in boys bones I'm always carrying, I have to carrying It's a big automatic when we trod in the street They're carrying feelings, we're carrying the heat Like Saturday, we put an end to the weak Said that you're A Don, but you never knew killaz are real Money in my pocket, and it's chilling, it's freezing If you don't leave my name alone, I'll make your family weep It's a big automatic when we trod in the street I said I'm carrying in the street I'm a king but my subjects are my money And my family that lovely And my killaz that aren't funny I beat the Golden Warriors So you can call me Stephan Curry If I shoot and miss, you're lucky But no one is so lucky Tommy is the baddest, I'm tired to show the public Want to fight me is the dumbest Too easy to make the duppy Your story is really touching But I don't see what the fuss is for Ghetto youths go and make some money Settle down and stop the rubbish Touch the road bold, have to set the road code Hussle the money, spend the money, open up more door I'm full of ice and my diamonds are at south pole Still have the automatic, still have to carry We use instep when we score goal, it wasn't I never sold out for the riches I know how to hold out Life has it ups and downs like a yo-yo Hussle the bag, protect the bag It's a big automatic when we trod in the street They're carrying feelings, we're carrying the heat Like Saturday, we put an end to the weak Said that you're A player, but you never knew your girl was a freak Money in my pocket, and it's chilling, it's freezing If you don't leave my name alone, I'll make your family weep It's a big automatic when we trod in the street It's a big automatic when we trod in the street I'm a king, I'm a king, I'm a king