INTRO Pt. 2. Lyrics

I need me a choir, I'm king Kai the preacher

Yeahhhh

I need me a choir, I'm a king, the preacher

I like her, she foreign, might buy her a visa

Can't remember her name, think I got amnesia

I'm not a munch, I'm her number one pleaser

Might give her a teaser, let's stay lowkey

I can't end up on cheaters, bro, more like he ja

Cuz he keep him a heater,

but he still balling You know the procedure, yeah

Remember them days we was down on our own

Back when bro ain't have a home

Back when we was sharing our clothes

We said we would make it and we never fold

Used to turn on the oven, the days it got cold

Nobody could tell us, we never was low

I couldn't wait till the day I got old

Started stacking and saving my dough

She like a politician, cause she up on the pole

She move like John Wick, she might up on a hoe

She fucking with me, cause she like how I roll

I know I look happy, but I took a toll, yeah

I hit my woah, then I'm back on the road

Can't fuck with them niggas, they moving too slow

This the part of the story that I never told

Used to be all on the internet, telling them jokes

Had a little money but I never took it serious

Tryna find myself, but I don't know where he is

Tryna shine bright like the Sirius

She might top me off on a period

Yeah, I took his bitch, she oblivious

If I go to war, I'll be back like Odysseus

Came from the gutter, they never could pity us

Bro don't say much, she like ferv, but I'm Phineas

And I cannot fuck with you idiots

If I'm not number one, then I know that my city is

And I feel like peace when I'm busiest

They gon' show who they really is

Her first sight is cute, but her true color's hideous

Tryna make kids like I'm Diddy Kid

Now I'm tryna take over like Diddy Did

Yeah

I need me a choir, can't call the preacher

I like her, she foreign, might buy her a Visa

Can't remember her name, think I got amnesia

I'm not a munch , I'm her number one pleaser

Might give her a teaser,

Stay low-key I can't end up on cheaters,

Bro move like he ja cuz he keep him a heater, but he still ballinYou know the procedure, yeah

I do this for Kenny and Pearl

I do this for Will, I might travel the world

I do it for Kam, cause he left for this girl

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I miss my buddy Ethan and Dash

For them, I'ma go and get the cash

They really left a nigga in his bag, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I have to give him a moment of silence

Some days I be so sick of trying

Try to hit niggas phones and they wasn't replying

I swear, no one's reliant

And I try not to move like a tyrant

But fuck it, I'm still flying

I need me a choir, can't call the preacher

I like her, she foreign, might buy her a Visa

Can't remember her name, think I got amnesia

I'm not a munch, im her number one pleaser

Might give her a teaser,

stay low-key I can't end up on cheaters

Bro move like he ja cuz he keep him a heater

But he still balling, You know the procedure, yeah

Remember them days we was down on our own

Back when bro ain't home

Back when we was sharin' our clothes

We said we would make it if we never fold

We used to turn on the oven the days it got cold

Nobody could tell us we never was low

I couldn't wait till the day I got old

Started stackin' and savin' our dough, yeah

I need me a choir, can't call the preacher

I need me a choir, can't call the preacher

I know that I said it