paroles de chanson Bow Down to the King - Ka-Flame

It's a struggle on these streets, gotta hustle, just to eat
Yea I'm back up in my lab ho, fuckin' with these beats
The devil know I'm hot, got 'em, ducking from this heat
Still the King of the throne, I ain't giving up my seat
Paid my muthafuckin' dues bitch, give me my receipt
Say they want some real music, shit, give me 'bout a week
Say they never heard of Flame, man them niggas, probably sleep
Yo favorite rappers trash, man them niggas, not as deep
I'm talkin' mentally, they be on that sucka shit
I ain't in ya top 20's nigga, I'm way up the list
Talking top five, or maybe top two
If Pac was still alive, me and him, would stop through
Dropping competition, we dismiss 'em with the rhymes
Holding no position, but be dissing all the time
You niggas really bitches, just for speaking on the dead
You know it's Ka-Flame, and I said what I said, Pussy

I'm so tired of niggas flexin', when they come up on the scene
I think it's bout time I make 'em, bow down to the King
They ain't fuckin' wit my flow, niggas know, I got the crown
They so quick to try to diss, bitch you better slow it down
I'm so tired of niggas flexin', when they come up on the scene
I think it's bout time I make 'em, bow down to the King
They ain't fuckin' wit my flow, niggas know, I got the crown
They so quick to try to diss, bitch you better slow it down

Planned to go against the Flame
And that's mainly, why they truly lost
No Tony Danza, who's the boss
You can be broke, but disrespect can truly cost
Try to touch me with ya hand, I might shoot it off
Real talk, know these dudes is soft
Pull up on the scene, all they do is floss
Ego get that boost, from that juice, and sauce
Makin' music for yo soul, talkin' food for thought
Fresh out oven, gotta cool it off
Say they want that fucking smoke, but don't produce exhaust
Flow sick, excuse the cough, you need to lose, the salt
You be shaking on the daily
Loading up these tracks, niggas making me go crazy
They ain't fuckin' with the Flame, nigga lately
I can't count, how many lame niggas, hate me
Rolling all solo, chasing after bread
Staying in my lab, evading all the feds
Way these nigga's out here play it, the game all rigged up
Especially when you trying, to stack up all them big bucks
The algorithm changed, mane don't that shit suck
Life is a bitch, but I can say I did fuck
Kept it solid all around, readjusting my crown right now

I'm so tired of niggas flexin', when they come up on the scene
I think it's bout time I make 'em, bow down to the King
They ain't fuckin' wit my flow, niggas know, I got the crown
They so quick to try to diss, bitch you better slow it down
I'm so tired of niggas flexin', when they come up on the scene
I think it's bout time I make 'em, bow down to the King
They ain't fuckin' wit my flow, niggas know, I got the crown
They so quick to try to diss, bitch you better slow it down