King's Paradise ft. Womackk Lyrics

Yeah this that real dopeness right here

That real music right here

You know how we bout to do it

Shoutout Atlanta

Shoutout my family

Shoutout my cousin

Shoutout my mom

Shoutout god

Shoutout everything

Shoutout just this life given to me

You know you gotta appreciate what you got

You gotta appreciate what you have

Cause you never know when you gon lose it but you know

I hope you guys are enjoying the project so far

Because you know we just spitting out straight topics

We bout to run it up

Run it back n' forth you know what I'm saying?

Let's get it now

I remember all the times they played and come back

Used to push out this music

Like I had a scale pushing crack

Back to back

Never lack

I just went from tic to tac

To dressing like the men in black

Turn a rack into a stack

The switch up

I got better when I saw the bigger picture

That girl got game she ball on hittas Derrick Fisher

She rolling in dough had to light a swisher

Now if she gets tipsy it be off that liquor

So I had to put RP knowledge in my dome

My mom told me things wrong with life at my home

It's like you trynna keep out of my zone

I got an issue because you steady calling my phone yeah

Wool fabric I'm automatic

I keep static cause I got cabbage

They let us sign and stay average

I was stuck at the batting average

Working on making hits

Derrick Jeter got the magic

Wear my suit and tie

Justin Timberlake stay classic

Yeah I stay classic

Like MKTO said baby so classic

The shawties I can see live the dream but can't fully grasp it

King's Paradise

I'm living in a fantasy

Broken too much

It's hard to dream

Broken too much

It's hard to see

King's Paradise

It's hard to be

King's Paradise

living in a fantasy

Broken too much

It's hard to dream

Broken too much

It's hard to see

King's Paradise

It's hard to be

She gotta spit and she gotta rip

Not many seconds left to hit

She gotta lit

Tracks gotta flip

Gangsta whip my many grip

I flip like Simone

Your rhymes been getting too grown

Mama put you in your place

You know the stuff I be own

Tell your friends to be goane

No more eating out my pots

So hang up that damn phone

I need a new iPhone

Speaking of phones the girls they roam

Texting my damn phone

In all caps trying to get to you

I don't like the tone

Now I need my Advil and heating pad

I'm getting mad so I take it out on tracks

And create a new fad

Nagging on the beat the way I have to do it simply

Now I think about it who put the picture back empty