Lyrics Kings (feat. King Solomon) - King Solomon , Logic
Logic]
Every
time
I
think
I
gotta
go,
uh
Cause
if
you
seek
then
you
gotta
know,
uh
Bitches
they
only
care
'bout
the
flow,
uh
Come
on
you
know
how
the
story
go,
uh
This
the
shit
that
never
runnin'
they
always
pretendin'
I
get
condescending,
ain't
my
word
I'm
bending
Just
imagine
like
Lennon
That
we
livin'
like
long
division,
my
vision
is
risen
Shout
out
my
homie
in
prison,
shit
is
deeper
than
an
incision
On
a
lower
level
word
to
the
devil
I
could
feel
the
trouble
inside
Tellin'
me
what
to
do,
I
never
abide
Feel
the
vibe
The
second
we
arrive,
you
know
we
know
just
how
to
do
it
My
style
they
can
never
renew
it,
I
bet
they
know
it!!
She
came
with
a
couple
of
friends
told
them
come
on
in
I
was
wonderin',
do
you
need
someone
to
fill
you
in?
On
the
reg
nigga
not
givin'
a
fuck
'bout
why
you
mad
at
me
I'm
hittin'
that
pussy
standin'
up
on
the
wall
like
ain't
no
gravity
King
Chip
is
what?
good
observation
He
gon'
keep
living
while
you
keep
observating
Is
that
even
a
word?
Nah
but
is
you
hatin'?
Language
is
the
art
so
when
I
talk
I'm
creatin'
A
whole
new
way
to
live,
way
to
think,
way
to
feel
Let
them
bitch
ass
niggas
know
they
fuck
with
me
they
gon
get
killed
They
gon'
run,
put
that
on
my
son,
nigga
don't
give
no
fuck
All
a
nigga
know
is
bad
luck,
bad
luck
Knowin
a
nigga
gettin'
to
these
L's
while
I
can
doe
Working
towards
more
happiness
than
I
can
handle
Light
the
candle,
South
Africa
after
sexin'
My
doors
open
we
smoking,
chilling,
relaxin'
I
see
through
these
motherfuckers
like
cat
scans
And
if
they
talkin'
back
I
just
give
them
the
backhand
Think
I
work
for
Apple
the
way
I
give
'em
the
Mac
man
Only
partially
ballin'
motherfuckers
is
Pac-Man
(God
Damn!)
I'm
just
playin',
dont
pay
attention
to
what
I'
sayin'
Everything
just
a
part
of
my
plan
Cause
really
I
ain't
shit
I'm
just
a
man
Chilling
in
my
city
spending
money
like
Diddy
Hundreds
and
fifty's
I'm
spittin'
greedy
While
you
sittin'
pretty,
who
fuckin
with
me?
First
name
Bobby,
but
I
spit
that
crack
like
I
was
Whitney
Started
as
a
hobby
but
who
knew
back
then
what
this
shit
would
get
me?
And
now
they
all
up
on
the
scrotum
The
second
I
told
'em
these
lyrics
I
wrote
'em
Acting
like
I
owe'd
em
Not
a
lot
of
people
understand
my
words
cause
I
encode'em
Now
these
bitches
give
me
the
top
of
the
totem
Allow
me
to
break
it
down,
I
feel
like
I'm
breaking
down
'Til
I
hit
the
mic
cook
up
the
shit
that
I'm
making
now
Kinda
like
Quentin
Tarantino
these
only
built
for
cuban
links
With
Gambino's
at
the
casino
blowin'
my
nose
with
a
C-note
Some
people
call
me
Robert
cause
I'm
all
about
the
Dinero
You
talk
a
lot
of
shit
thats
why
you
sound
like
a
culero
You
fuckin'
perro
my
lyricism
es
fatal
pendejo
All
up
in
my
business
while
I'm
just
tryna
get
the
queso
Life
is
about
the
peso,
in
English
that
means
the
money
And
if
your
buzz
is
as
big
as
mine
then
you'll
get
all
the
honeys
like
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