Martin Luther King Jr Lyrics

Just like Luther King, I wake up and strike

No, I can't beef on the internet I'm Swae Lee to shit, I got no type

I got a Cartier eye, my buddy like Popeye, he got his pipe

I'm blowin' zot smoke right out the balcony, I'm tryna jump out the sky

Know I'm a skyboy, pipe down, know, I'm Syked out , lights out

O.D off a Perk, and die lit , I spint a hellcat, im at flight risk

I can feel all the horses like white dick

Cause my racks are dead, put some money on his head

Cause these racks are dead, you got blood on your money

You gotta dodge the feds, scam a M, inside your bank account, you knew trap was dead

I never forget my ratchet, my G-lock Sexy Red

You run off too far with that pack, I gotta kill your dad

They send shots at your mother, auntie and your brother

Your sister ain't your cousin

That stick on me when I'm clubbin', I'm poppin' my shit, I'm humblin

The hellcat geeked Mclovin', the coupe G-class Ombudsman, ,

Im on the bay just like Tristan, my VVs are glistenin

No Martin Luther King, I'll never sell a bitch a dream

I see my classmates on glass, I think she turn to a fiend

R.I.P. to Dr. Sebi, we got bananas and beans

Luther king, I wake up and strike

No, I can't beef on the internet , I'm Swae Lee to this shit, I got no type

I gotta Cartier eye, my buddy like Popeye, he got his pipe

I'm blowin' Zot smoke right off the balcony, I'm tryna jump out the sky

Now I'm a Skyboy, pie down, Know, I'm Syked out, lights out

O.D. of a perk, and die lit, I spent a hellcat, I'm at flight risk

I can feel all horses like white dick