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by King

on Nine Lives (2008)

(KING.KID Verse)
When I came up
Most my niggas had flags
Or threw hands and did math
Or bang bang like Craig dad
Or told jokes and we'd laugh
We'd roll up and then pass
And sometimes I just ask
What if I went down that path?
I'd rob you with no mask
I click clack and hold blast
Where the safe? where the stash at?
What are those? What is that?
Pop em once and then dash
Bag of work look like trash
Please don't touch that bag..
I'm like, boy, is you mad?
Camera on or off, same nigga
Truth be told, I'm mad camera shy
No, truth be told, I need 80 figures
'Vette zooming like the camera guy
Prolly woulda never touched mid
Prolly wouldn't have the name Kid
Prolly woulda had a hammer early
Popped you and did 9 years
Smart nigga with a bad temper
Prolly woulda had coke connect
Big white like a bad pimple
She deep throat and almost broke her neck
Big homie say go, you gone
Stop explaining when you know you wrong
Told mama we won't be broke for long
King been a beast before cordless phones
Ill as fuck, but it ain't contagious
No more working for the lower wages
She hold the D just like an O-Line
Up the gut just like Terrell Davis
Real as fuck with no kinda patience
No more waiting for accommodations
I'ma get it like in no time
Walls talking, say it's time to make it!

(Viibe Verse)
If you see me riding the bench
It's only to speak with the coach
I wake up to crumbs in the bed
That mean that I sleep with the toast
I just want the keys to the wraith
I just wanna see through a ghost
Momma thought that I was playing with ouija boards
She got down and prayed for my soul
I guess this the new flow now
I guess I should do shows now
I guess I'll break the O down
When it comes round, then it goes round
I still kick it with old timers
I get still get inspiration from Motown
I still have conversations with bad bitches
Where I ain't pay attention the whole time
Came from baggies and scales, the whole nine
I got my connection to Zoe pound
I got my protection in O-Town
We turn ocean drive into a ghost town
I'm hoping you boys try to G me
Hope that you ride with the strap in the back of the lac
It's right on my lap when you see me
My homies go brat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat

(Flyy
The
God Verse)
I don't walk on raf
But I want a wraith
I'm trying put millions of in a safe
I heard that you whipping
But where's ya cake
Betty Crocker took me on a second date
Now I'm dripping sauce wit no hesitate
Oooh baby don't be so hesitant
Gone drop that head
We don't need no tint
Lil light to blunt
Put smoke in the wind
Now I'm rolling
Now I'm rolling
I'm cruising down that
And she choosing
And she choosing
She gonna wanna take a ride
If I see her
I'ma beat her
But I won't make her mine
'Cause this money
Yea this money
It got me on my grind
Dipping, weaving through traffic
Fashion, mixing and matching
Flyy
The
God blessed ya presence
Now Watch the Magic happen
I Skip to Lou if they hatin'
Cross em up 'cause they playin'
I pass the rock to my shooter
He lay em down
When they spraying