Kingflow is remembered as a guy
Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy
When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game
It was pretty windy , heavy rain
She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since
And align the mic with my torturous weapons
Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,
Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
Deadly weapons to maximise your progression
Even passing out that eminem guy
Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry
No....u cant handle these weapons!
Got racks, ain’t talking tits
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