Tale of a Kyng Lyrics

I've been to the bottom

I've dwelled in the past

Made friends with the addicts

Was feening for cash

The first of the month

I was down on my last

Why God giving blessings

And i'm getting passed?

I treated them good

Now I'm feeling bad

I love how they hating

I ain't even mad

My foot on they neck

I'm going to step on they chest

Give a fuck how they feeling

I'm back on they ass

Momma taught me how to be a soldier

And my daddy taught me how to be a beast

It was hard days

In a dark place

But I thank God

I made it from the streets

Just a starving kid

He just trying to eat

Fighting hell of demons

He just trying to sleep

Hear the tip toe

Through the window

Couple nightcrawlers

And they going to creep

If he want smoke

Get rolled on

Get banged on

With both arms

My shit smack

Like both palms

She throw that

Like go long

I'm too sick

Need a coat on

With a backwood

Just to smoke on

I pullup

Play the church song

She drop dead

Like oh lord

I've been balling hard onto better things

Need some better chains

And some better rings

Got a couple hoes that make the celly bling

I don't say a thing

But they know my name

Flights out to Cali

Getting hell of brain

Smoking pressure pack

Help me meditate

Came in the game

With a hot hand

About to show these niggas

I got curry range

Fuck a black mask

Because the hoodie bape

Turn a drippy nigga

To a fucking lake

And the shot good from close range

But it look better when I fadeaway

Spitting hell of shit you better stay away

And I don't fuck around

And I don't even play

If I fuck around, it's to fuck around

With some bad bitches and they getting slaid

And she call me baby

Because a nigga paid

6'4 nigga give me hell of space

Got hell of drive with a killer right banging more shit than that nigga James

Spitting hell of shit you better stay away

And I don't fuck around

And I don't even play

If I fuck around, it's to fuck around

With some bad bitches and they-

I've been to the bottom

I've dwelled in the past

Made friends with the addicts

Was feening for cash

The first of the month

I was down on my last

Why God giving blessings

And i'm getting passed?

I treated them good

Now I'm feeling bad

I love how they hating

I ain't even mad

My foot on they neck

I'm going to step on they chest

Give a fuck how they feeling

I'm back on they ass

My first shit

Was from the core

I told them fuck what they all said

No pumpfake

I've been on a mission

Got a cold heart

Left her on read

As a young nigga

Wanted hell of friends

Now I only want them

When they're all dead

With a blue strip

In a big bundle

With a clean shave

And a bald head

I'm a problem nigga

Like a code red

I go dumb

Like a bonehead

I murder hooks

And I body beats

Hear the kill kill

Need them all dead

I remember sleeping on a broke bed

I was hanging on by a long thread

Started fucking around with them dope lines

Then I turned my ass to a coke head

Had niggas hanging by my coattail

Had to cut them off like a toenail

Sometimes you gotta find your own wave

Build your own ship

Make your own sail

Been passed on

But I won't fail

Been counted out

But I won't care

I'm a green getter

And a sick stepper

Every track made

Leave a dope trail

I'm a problem nigga

Like a code red

I go dumb

Like a bonehead

I murder hooks

And I body beats

Hear the kill kill

Need them all dead

Hear the kill kill need them all dead

Hear the kill kill need them all dead

I've been to the bottom

I've dwelled in the past

Made friends with the addicts

Was feening for cash

The first of the month

I was down on my last

Why God giving blessings

And i'm getting passed?

I treated them good

Now I'm feeling bad

I love how they hating

I ain't even mad

My foot on they neck

I'm going to step on they chest

Give a fuck how they feeling

I'm back on they ass