Motiff (1,2,3) Lyrics

Un hunh

Yeah

King Groove

You are witnessing personified greatness

Upper echelon this is elevated status

Add to the body count simply for amazement

Add to the body count simply

One, two, three

Drop the top feel the west wind breeze

Money bags became the team mascot

Underworld ties so tight you can't unknot

Da da da da da da

One, two, three

See my name shinning on the marquis

Run the game so watch me call my shot

Run the lanes homie I can't be stopped

Da da da da da da

Play the position of power hall of fame level

Unlimited game unlimited range unlimited metal

Penning this feature with vivid imagery

Blood staining your mind's eye with every delivery

I maintain the symmetry between my dark and light sides

The slope between is slippery and that I can't deny

Look up in the sky that H Star is luminous

Veteran in the game but I never lost my youthfulness

Stay up in the cumulus (Mile high) I'm so Sirius

They paying top coin to be a part of the experience

They loving my expertise the ease of my victory

Sign the cross as my grace give em a smirk and then feed

Still Big Ben'in ever since the beginning (Yep)

I'm still winnin' I ain't thinking bout ending (Nah)

And when this trilogy concludes here's what I'm gonna do

Pop a blue pill and watch it reboot

One, two, three

Drop the top feel the west wind breeze

Money bags became the team mascot

Underworld ties so tight you can't unknot

Da da da da da da

One, two, three

See my name shinning on the marquis

Run the game so watch me call my shot

Run the lanes homie I can't be stopped

Da da da da da da

Ey yo soy señor grande still

Never relinquish my spot on top of the hill (King)

They can't extinguish none of the fires I build

I'm taking aim at your favorites favorite make everyone kneel

Each verse is something surreal painting vibrant motifs

I stay on the gas no matter how much the increase

Baby got major ass she's dying to bequeath

Her will is my testament that I'm trying to complete

Pass on this presidential brief

I can't leave rap alone the game needs me

So I maturated mine like fine wine expertly aged

Only got better with time see the expense on my frame

Fuck the fame and the name recognition

Cuhz this money drove the ambition

And I drove them wheels of fortune to the pole position (First place)

Follow my lead

One, two, three

Drop the top feel the west wind breeze

Money bags became the team mascot

Underworld ties so tight you can't unknot

Da da da da da da

One, two, three

See my name shinning on the marquis

Run the game so watch me call my shot

Run the lanes homie I can't be stopped

Da da da da da da

One, two, three

One, two, three

One, two, three

Da da da da da da

One, two, three

One, two, three

One, two, three

Da da da da da da

One, two, three

One, two, three

One, two, three

Da da da da da da

One, two, three

One, two, three

One, two, three

One, two, three