Текст песни Angelic Rhymez - KJ$

As I wait here for the day
That they sing about me
Crown me king
So they never forget about me
My destiny and purpose all I see
While these haters will never correct me
1093 With these numbers will perfect me
Set in stone like Jesus they will resurrect me
This indirect message from Pythagoras
Way back when rocking Pendleton watches
Now tell me how this follow
When the pill what I swallow
And feelings feeling hollow
777
I'm so aligned lately it seems I'm above heaven
And I ask a question if you live in America
Bitch are you spiritual or you biblical
Can't you do anything right?
It's Rhetorical
Speaking of rhetorical they asking if I'm lyrical
Shit KJ$ you a lyrical master
I speak to these people like a pastor
But fuck a dictating headmaster
Infiltrating my cultivating music
Invading my shit relating
Why mother-fuckers gotta be so degrading
But we ball we innovating
I'm still awaiting my purpose
Among my people I'm nervous
Hard to tell but I got a blank surface
They think I'm crazy I belong to the circus
But they still ask for my service
And they treat me like I'm worthless
But honestly it's better off then versus
My mama hate my songs with curses
But I think this gonna be her favorite song
Cause it shows how far I've come
How long it took to learn my wrongs
I'm just trying to find where I belong
It's been so so long
So cold out here
(In the real world)
Cold Cold
We roll roll
Then the blunt smoke what we blow blow
But my dawg like what's good bro bro
I'm just out here trying to live it like a pro

(Like a King)

As I wait here for the day
That they sing about me
Crown me king
So they never forget about me
My destiny and purpose all I see
While these haters will never correct me
1093 With these numbers will perfect me
Set in stone like Jesus they will resurrect me
This indirect message from Pythagoras
Way back when rocking Pendleton watches
Now tell me how this follow

How it follow?
Another bottle?
Like drink my worries away the motto
Trying blow up out here like hitting the lotto
I tend to stare at the good moments
Like memories and photos
This ain't no promo dawg
I'm a local
I grew up out bozo
Did this shit on my own I was solo
Now my career on pogo
Up down
Seems I can barley catch a stream I might drown
In one's own sorrow
But I just pick up the pencil and let my words follow
Hope I can catch some sociable followers
And maybe some promotional growers
To help this shit spread
Get up on the mic let my thoughts spill out my head
I've been a lot more vocal lately
I've seemed more crazy
But I'm hopeful for this future of mine
So I'm gone let it shine
Angelic numbers have showed my signs
I've been trying to record this song so long
I'm starting to forget my lines
I see a future of nines
And it's all mine