Memories of a Young King Lyrics

Boyz got mouths full of diamonds

But words full of darkness

Out their throat

Issa dead carcass

I spit a harvest

And I spit the hardest

And draw people out of darkness

Cause I'm a lit up artist

Real is truly rare

Truth got people scared

And I see great writers

Yea who writing dust

See I write for the just

While stepping on the unjust

Who murders and then ask the Judges

Why they Judge

If I call out a rapper

It ain't to misjudge

I call out hearts so I can show them

What is speaking up

See some things revealed

To help some people walk in a different path

Some listen and change

Others wanna talk back

See when they sneak diss

And talk to me back to back

I take it up a notch

And rap their faces back

See I'll take a face off a rapper

And use his voice to make one crack

I'll rap through these rich rappers minds

And make it crack shatter that

I dropped changes on dem boyz

This that payback

They found themselves spraying at me

Well this that spray back

Truth was in some faces

They can't take that

Like when some lost me

Cause I been loyal

Been loyal been loyal

Was eating spaghetti noodles raw my early twenties

I been raw

Who spoiled

With everything that I lost

I praise God I ain't dlaat kill y'all

Self control got me this far

Nights crying praying in the dark

Bitter bm wanna take my car

She want me to walk

I had tuh cast her mouth clean out my thoughts

Who got hard knuckles

Ain't fought how I fought

Life shattered in pieces

I had to parallel park that thang

Her pa calling me

Talking bout he bout tuh put somebody on my head

Sent him the license plate numbers

Ima play it just how he play it

I was sitting on the couch one time

Got a call from the halfway house

It was a dude talking slick

Told him yea don't call back my house

I been out the streets

Me and the streets don't talk and walk like that

Nighas can see the value of a painter

And still tell him to sell them packs

People make it so hard tuh love people I swear

See me walking the righteous way

And still wanna dare

They wanna suck out my breath

And still want air

People so ruthless if they could

They'd steal heir

So many things gone and still I share

They don't wanna play fair

So now I'm like let's play yea

Try to step on me

I'm stepping on something

Try to wet me up

I'm wetting something

Wet pen

Loading it up

I'm weaponing something

If a situation stink

I'm air Freshening it up

Spray a hater back

Let one try they luck

Let one try tuh buck

I'll flame em outta they bucks

Flame one like some hot grease

Get em fried for acting deluxe

Cause they got bucks

Biggie rappers tryna flex on me

I'll flex one out his body and get his stomach tummy tucked

Stapled up

Break him down

Just tuh scrape him up

Scrape one with a paint scraper

They wanna story

I can paint you one

Paint one leaping off a building

From top floor tuh story one

See I'm that flowing one

And I can floor me one

Repo a body off that pavement

That's a body tow me one

Have one's own gang

Talking to they potna like say gang

Yea you done

That boy cooked you

Yea y'all well overdone

Yea take care nighas

Take care yea yea

They better take care of what they can

While they can still do it yea

Cause that clock tick tocking yea