Текст песни Holy Trinity - King.

Holy smokes look at what the poet wrote
Overdose on a couple bars in Zanzibar
Look at how the ocean floats
She off xani bars 'til her chest explodes
And the potions slows

Met my Holy Trinity
For Christ's sake, I hope I meet my son before I meet my Holy Ghost
They hope I choke
The timing off, look at how his Rollie slow
The weeds are overgrown
Snakes on concrete
Seeing them slide through the stones
A stoner forever I feel like Thug
I'm ruggish and and I keep a bone
2 phones like Baby Keem
She likes to see pics of baby King
She say some words, she wants the truth
So, I end up saying things
That enrage her and set her loose
To say the least
I'm tryna do my best to keep the peace
Two fingers up and grab my piece
Kept the wisdom in the back of my head like extra teeth
New flows coming every week
I'm extra weak in the knees at the DMV
New identity for an extra week
I broke her heart, she leaving in rush
She took my keys I rode the bus
She felt like my only hope and only luck
Hold me tight
I'll hold it down
And hold me up
Picturing what the Rolls would look like with you in the back rolling up
The times is tough
My family wanna sue me and I'm not even blowin' up
So, I'm over love
My nana say I'm over loved
Truth be told, I could never open up
Emotions in a treasure chest so, I have to sober up
To find the key
They're woahing us
They never knew I could eat a beat
But now it's "Woah they tough"
This shit ain't luck
Don't piss me off before I actually give a fuck
I'm in no rush
Could've died 7 times, I got 9 lives with 2 more tries
Before I'm only holy dust
So it's over for trust
Nigga... fuck