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king - f. mills lyrics

[intro: f. mills]
yeah, f-ck it. we going in man. hustle (laughs)

[verse 1: f. mills]
f-ck it, went from riding in that squad car
couple years later went to driving in that squad car
spooky ain’t it
sort of like the phantom of that opera
them roles changed, uniforms
the gangs all proper
chicas’ say you shouldn’t be ashamed go papa
i tell em all
i swear i’m just the same, no papa
a b-st-rd, so you know i’m trained go farther
my opposition they merely some lame muf-ckas
“no pot to p-ss in pet-tion for fame muf-ckas”
“no stop you wishing dont switch in my lane muf-ckas”
my roof gone part-tion the range muf-cka
i done moved on, sunny out no rain muf-ckas
but i drain y’all suckas
10-4ing acknowledge the gang
y’all suckas
what i’m sent for
my mama say to change muf-ckas
i’m focused now look how far my range i’ll touch ya
in the same breath, i’ll say it
i’ve feigned death and slayed it
and claimed depths, i made it
and changed steps evaded
out slumbers i’m a rare number
curse you n-ggas i’m prepared for these rare summers
see my life can spot it there on my clear tumblr
she only love me with my handcuffs
i set her free sh-t i don’t lock if she ain’t saying much
they told me no
i switch careers sh-t i ain’t scared much
see you should listen ain’t no fear
man i been fed up

[talking: f. mills]
f-ck it, it’s just practice man
it’s just practice
listen, can i give my heart on this one?

[verse 2: f. mills]
yeah, f-ck it, they told me stop a long time ago
i ain’t got this talent for nothing
a n-gga gotta blow
and i ain’t being silent for nothing a n-gga gotta show
amateurs they started from nothing, so pro i gotta go
if you ain’t with me from the start of this then adios
shout out man to my audience the barrios
we all in the gang just the face change blood run deep but these b-tch n-ggas get blood stains
broke but this n-gga just switching figures i’m forbes man
blokes they can choke on this d-ck n-ggas is profanes
i’m spitting hotter than this propane
and i ain’t seen a dad in years n-ggas don’t know pain
and i ain’t tryna brag, but these tears n-ggas don’t go away
my feelings living in other tiers its packed in the stowaway
sh-t, said my back is backed in the doorway
facing my life what’s the price i pay to restore faith?

[outro: f. mills]
yeah, yeah. just practice man. it’s just practice. l, l hustle

- f mills lyrics

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