[Chorus:]
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K-I-N-G
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The Mo City Don
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I know you heard about me and this mission I'm on
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But not in R-A-P I just tryna' live on
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Not in a penitentiary I rather be rollin' chrome
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In the B-E-N-Z my attitude is shown
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Cause I've never been friendly you should leave me alone
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But if I S-L-I-P and my brains get blown
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Just listen at my CD cause I'm living my songs
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[Verse 1:]
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I'm just living my life
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Not worried about no money or no women tonight
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Just rollin' in something foreign with my gun at my side
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With some designer doegha hope I don't run into 1 time
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No particular destination I just wanna roll
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Don't wanna talk I left all my cell phones at home
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All I need is 15 pounds of leave me alone
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Cause ain't nobody on this level I'm on (ha ha)
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And all I see is, murder murder my mind stay
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Preoccupied with homicide, tryna' to survey threw this crime rate
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Most of my homies hustle for big bucks
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But blow it on bullshit then start complaining on how they can't come up
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Association brings about simulation you know what that means
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Means you two will become a dope feen
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The same thing goes for crooks and thief's
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Cause I'm not interested in gimmick just get along my cheese
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[Chorus:]
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K-I-N-G
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The Mo City Don
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I know you heard about me and this mission I'm on
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But not in R-A-P I just tryna' live on
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Not in a penitentiary I rather be rollin' chrome
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In the B-E-N-Z my attitude is shown
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Cause I've never been friendly you should leave me alone
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But if I S-L-I-P and my brains get blown
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Just listen at my CD cause I'm living my songs
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[Verse 2:]
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I'm covered in diamonds and gold
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Try to take them away from me, I'll leave yo body so swole
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What I'm holding is big enough to blow a hole in yo soul
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So take yo gin and hypnotic and have a seat by them hoes
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Instead of killing yo ass I'd rather pump you a glass
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I'm tired of being the reason people under the grass
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But I won't lose people who will murder yo ass
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I couldn't even keep yo ghetto past
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Homie when I tell you I'm unjackable I not just talking shit
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I got gorillas everywhere be careful who you walking with
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But I'm an equal opportunity lender, I'm not a slob,
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Meet me in mo city and I might just give you a job (ha ha)
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Cause I'm looking for a few good men trying to expand my operation
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Been local long enough time to go nation
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Making a transition from the streets to the fame
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A couple clubs, gas stations and hotels in my name
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[Chorus:]
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K-I-N-G
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The Mo City Don
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I know you heard about me and this mission I'm on
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But not in R-A-P I just tryna' live on
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Not in a penitentiary I rather be rollin' chrome
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In the B-E-N-Z my attitude is shown
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Cause I've never been friendly you should leave me alone
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But if I S-L-I-P and my brains get blown
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Just listen at my CD cause I'm living my songs
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[Verse 3:]
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I can't do bad one deep
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I wish I could flip in a Bentley Coupe with just one seat
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Form out some chronicle cigarillo with just one freak
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And if I fall off before I ask for help, I'll eat lunch meat
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I wear my pride on my shoulders and my heart on my sleeves
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Within knowledge and understanding that's 360 degrees
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95 to 5 P-E-R-C-E-N-T
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Only a few real niggas plus so many walk with me
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Hell yeah I wear the holy corona in the good book
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Until the investigators give all clues a good look
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And the king don't have to wear his crown to rule
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That's what the book says that without common sense youse a damn fool
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[Chorus:]
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K-I-N-G
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The Mo City Don
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I know you heard about me and this mission I'm on
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But not in R-A-P I just tryna' live on
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Not in a penitentiary I rather be rollin' chrome
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In the B-E-N-Z my attitude is shown
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Cause I've never been friendly you should leave me alone
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But if I S-L-I-P and my brains get blown
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Just listen at my CD cause I'm living my songs
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The Mo-City Don
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| Z-Ro |
