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10 freestyle - king havana lyrics

[intro: ben tennyson]
a watch? what’s a watch doing in outer sp*ce?
get off me! get off, get off!

[verse: king havana]
crowns for the logo, slacks and a polo
class in the moma, fans at the door front
racks in the sofa, stacks for the quota
packs of the coca, strap for the cobras
headshot, got the rap game trapped in a head lock
spit abstract art till the pen rot
cause these basquiat bars like dread scott
in the m for these ms and a bankroll
when i pop put the homies on the payroll
when i drop make the competition lay low
cause i’m samurai jack with the claymore, the wave like namor
the games on notice your faves on hoe sh*t
they hate when i show y’all the culprit
i was on broke sh*t, nearly lost focus
i speak from the soul at the pulpit
time on my own made me value my home
and the people i love had to grow with me
the moments i spent when close to the edge
couldn’t stop me from being who i’m ‘posed to be
the year of havana been set in stone
y’all snooze on the king had to set the tone
writing hit after hit sitting on my phone
sh*t pass me the trophy i’ll bring it home
sh*t pass me the rock and i’ll smash the board
i been glassing these rappers since i was born
the pen game second to none on earth
i’m the best in my city f*ck what you heard, yeah
[outro: king havana]
yeah, and it’s just like that
hit ‘em with the… aye, aye, aye, look
wrist is too heavy, the crown is too heavy
the crown is too heavy, the, uh, wait
the wrist is too heavy, the crown is too heavy, the crowd in a frenzy, uh
(trapaholics mixtapes)

- king havana lyrics

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