We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts, we traverse far Field and fountain Moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh, star of wonder, star of might
We three kings of Orient are bearing gifts we traverse afar Field and fountain moor and mountain following yonder star Born a King on Bethlehem's plain
in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama
But I'm out spoken still They not sure it'll work But their all hopein' He'll Emerge the victim My words are pictures And yes the colors so loud that u heard my
down for this long Nigga, I let y'all eat for this long Now the king's back on the streets crack I'ma put it on my son's name I'ma change from the mundane
just to make my chain blang Nigga, you don't want none Zero, ziltch, nada, [Incomprehensible] That shut this through the [Incomprehensible] Now blow out ya candles, you do or ya don't, son
a plate, anybody seen the scale? My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordan
boat rides" Just a little lake across the Alabama line But I was king of the ocean When daddy let me drive Just an old half ton shortbed Ford My uncle
evolution And still I don't know what it means And it gets so hard for me to change When there's an easy way to earn Why should I work my fingers to
years, representin' the tattooed tears Other brothas locked up with no choice, left in the bowels of devil With no voice, my phones are tapped, my crib is bugged My
up? [Fat Joe] (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son you killin' 'em (Ha Ha) Slow down son
Just point out the bounce, show me the bounce, yeah Just point out the bounce, jeah Timbo the King, yeah Young Hov' the King, yeah just point out the
Chorus] {{Myalansky}} Eh yo son your Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?" "Jakes just knocked your bitch", "Word up no shit" Now my first thoughts is the feds had my
it was what it was Before the rap game, I was sellin' drugs Either way I'm six figures before my first record I'll stunt y'all, don't respect my my work
bulbs around my table on my dresser ClC Kompressor, just in case that don't impress her Say hello to Dexter, say hello to uncle Fester Got them gazing at my necklace and my
[Lil Wayne] Fo' fo' bulldog, my, my, my pack I point it at you and tell it fetch I'm f**king her good, she got her legs on my neck I get p**sy, mouth
a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama
Son is near His way made for him Among the hopes Ten thousand suffering Oh how my