Bless The King
• Written by 478BabyBoy
tear drops rollings from my eyes
and my heart steading beeping
why would you tell me you love me
when you dont really mean it cx
i guess you took my love for granite
and loyalty for weakness
life aint really going how i planned
i kept the deepest secrets
im sick of all the arguing
like we on prepaid
open up my eyes
and realize we not gone be straight
ian got time for no arguing
to much on my plate
im working hard
we aint got time to celebrate
gotta keep moving
grandma told me im doing great
when ole boy
ask me i feel feel ian hesitate
im blessing the booth when i rap
rap in my blood
HMC where i was born
I got it out the mud
wont nobody here when
we was kicked out the house
man time was tough
remeber when nigga
got locked up for robbing
lil nigga fo some bucks
back in V town
all we seen was
niggas selling drugs
im making this gwop
this money im rush
