Kings pen ft. $amm Lyrics

In my golden cup, while your bitch, she lick the bone under my fendi gown

When times is hard, I look to Jah, my face is never down

My mind is flooded, so every time I open up, my mouth is start to drown

So the paper where you rest the ball of my pen

As I bleed, I pray all of it is never in vain

Dubbed by these trials and tribulations, more time I lose my patience

For him I hold way too many questions, pressure from blood relations

Relatives living in welfare, uncles that done committed suicide in K square

Pregnant teenage sisters with baby daddies that don't care

Cousins on the volley, fully gone zombie,so we can't talk

All the do stare reason, I can sleep or stay woke

I ain't got the time to talk, I've been busy with the work

Taking out the profits, put them back and put my back in

I stay stacking, trying to raise the stock

Keep you how you spend your time, them tics do talk

I don't talk with them boys, cause lack of wisdom and this pisses me broke

Heavy is the head that holds the crown

Heavy is the head that holds the bars

Punchlines and rhymes, storytelling and demons healing

Think, ponder and meditate

Then I premeditate on how I give you another masseuse

No more punchlines, I'm giving you fatalities

We cooking remedies, mix the mastered like it's alchemy

Me and my pain is like an art in the Excalibur

Mind, body and soul come together and I penetrate to your soul

As I align these words, similes and verbs

Fuck a crown, my nappy hair is royalty, voice of my ancestors

I'm my art with the golden pen

Give you something to cure the pain, like dopamine, but I'm doper mayn

Picture a black Michael Schofield that came to break you out of this penitentiary brain cell

From my heart chakra to my thought chakra

I'm trying to hold it down for my niggas

Got a couple homies I introduced to the trap

And they lost their souls to the ecstasy

Tracking the algorithm of the whole paradox

Give you something to cure the pain, like dopamine, but I'm dopamine