Lyrics MLK (feat. Stone Cold Stoke) - Bad Move

Ok, I′m riding down Martin Luther King
Feeling like Martin Luther King
Tryna make a change out a dream
Tryna make a dollar out a scheme
Tryna solve the problems for my team
So nigga what you mean
In myself is just what I believe
You don't got the vision you can′t see
I don't do division cuz I don't like the line in between
It separate the dots, I′m tryna make ends meet
I′m tryna A&R, connect the writer to the beat
Connect the speaker to the street
Collect the profit underneath
The profit only strong as the prophet really be
So when you prosper put some purpose in yo pockets wit the green please
You get a milly don't be meek for yo people on they feet
′Cause everything you give gon be what you receive
Jeez

And let the beat breathe
And let the beat breathe
And let the beat breathe
And let the beat breathe

I'm feeling like the king
I been livin like my fortune in my dreams
I′ve been fortunate enough to right my wrongs the things I seen
I left my pride in the ground in VA
The level of my ambition
Burned my hands
I cleared my vision
Let my mind speak my intentions
Hold the throne like Corleone
This place that I call home
Shaped that future I been known
Control my death I can't atone
You got it wrong
You think you′ll take that deal
You think you got it all
You should be thinkin bout how yo momma got that bag when you was small
You take these lessons and these blessings
Givin back to the ones that blessed them
Lookin at the bigger question
Is you a king or is you a peasant