Kings Wealth ft. Cole Parker Lyrics

Yeah

Mess with me 'cause I will bury you

'Cause I'm crazy

Yeah

Where's my money bitch

There's a story bout a king who lost his wealth

Damn he kind of like me

Growing up thinking that I had it all

Till my daddy left and brought about a fall

Had my momma slaving at her work

With us standing on her back we were standing tall

Now I'm here to pay her back

I'm the king who going to earn his stack

Right back, give me all my wealth

Here to return the hand that I was dealt

Not a single hand that I had held, through the making of me

I am of my own creation, cashing in my check

This a fucking seance homie

Riding with my clique I'm never lacking even in my home

Women and some fake friends wishing for their name to be up in my phone

I just let them type it down then later I delete it

All these women think I'm hitting on 'em like I'm feening

All you far from average, bitch my new girl still the baddest

So you got some competition, thinking you gon be deep in my linen

Seen a hundred girls just like you, all y'all Meseeks I just keep on sitting

Never stand up just to greet y'all, listen to my track Talk

That shit be my theme song, anytime y'all talk shit, bitch I turn my demon on

Let it free roam, that's some self expression, better use it as a lesson

Maybe next time never tempt me, you won't have to see me close yo curtain

Reaching that big type of mad I'm certain that you gonna end up butt hurt

Whipping in that black hearse, looking at yo messages that shit make my eyes hurt

There's a story bout a king who lost his wealth

Damn he kind of like me

Growing up thinking that I had it all

Till my daddy left and brought about a fall

Had my momma slaving at her work

With us standing on her back we were standing tall

Now I'm here to pay her back

I'm the king who going to earn his stack

Right back, give me all my wealth

Here to return the hand that I was dealt

Not a single hand that I had held, through the making of me

I am of my own creation, cashing in my check

This a fucking seance homie

Uhh

Fuck them hands that y'all are dealing

PHY and I yeah we the real ones

Plans for bands demo the ceiling

Fans like Stan gon leave 'em kneeling to us

We don't be doing that much

A-U-T-O with the touch

They gon be fending for us

Yeah, yeah, uhh

Is it real?

What I feel

Ahh, ahh

Keeping it going, love that

Naw fuck that I don't feel and I know it

Just facts in the void I'm a poet

Laced wraps got me going I'm focused

But still they on us

I feel, be honest

You don't how it is I promise

Still prey on us

Empty pockets

Got to keep pushing we gon get the deposit

But still they on us

I feel, be honest

You don't how it is I promise

Still prey on us

Empty pockets

Got to keep pushing we gon get the deposit