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点击复制An honest man often grows cruel
When converted into an absolute prince
Born from power a bitter from fear
The madness the treachery
The strong mixture of troubles
It is a man’s own mind
Not his enemy a fool that lures him to evil ways
More than a man more than a king
More like God
I feel like like
More than a king more than a king more like God
It’s more than a city more than a village where we are
Feels so good to you man
Everything’s so super fly
Uh I don’t need no cake
Coming in high just to beat yo grace
Wait everybody sound so reckless
King me these *s playin checkers
Me A ni**a stay chest to chest
Let somebody else check the check
In my city protect yo neck
It’s more than a method man and you get up
The man of the hour sold-out shows for someone out
Ridin round with this gold hangin on my chest like all
Whole team winnin OG hit a homerun we chillin
We don’t talk much til you free seen *s
It’s showtime check yo feet feet ni**a
I’m seeing ADHD seeing everything clear through my red eyes
Runnin these streets past will get it right when you see a ni**a zoom by
Zoom out you’re standing way too close
Groupie boy worse than a new hoe
Cold heart growin need a new coat
Too high tryna find my new low
To me a moving nature
Crosses the line into the relation to other men
A burn appetite and desire
Becomes lust and passion
The dominion that lands to hell over nature
He also seeks to have his brothers
So closely remind of his own proper beginning
And crossing on gods
Only God is to have dominion over all
Uh so I just sit back and laugh at em
Blowin kush and success my bad habit
Sacrifices of mine take a stab at em
Feelin ain’t no man like me since Adams
Ask leaders actors it’s half Aston
I’m a active addict but I action
Racks in racks out girl keep flashin
Fact is little life that you *s fashion
Hard to ball when ain’t one to pass it
In the past but I was way too passionate
Way too much drive almost crashin
To the casket f**k that to the ashes
Uh 31 ni**a off so much style know you heard my ni**a
Uh what’s the word my ni**a
Been drunk since November my ni**a uh
Yea tell a b**ch kick the feet out
Anything she left left me like regal
Lit em on fire take take em all down
Pull out the shots and take it like pow
Faded off my own strand
Better pull to the side this is my own lane
Speedin over ni**a hittin corners in a maze
I can see where we going hope the signs gon change
More than a king more than a king more like God
More than a king more than a king more like God
More than a king more than a king more like God