kingdom

Watson like

it's just another day another cycle
im livin on the edge on the tight rope
i'll see u again only i hope, only i hope
will i live another day? only i know
cuz my life's in my hands ima take it
and it gets a little drainin on my iphone
sometimes i rlly gotta fuckin fake it
will i see another day? who am i kidding
and i see u copying my cadence
tryna steal my flow u cant take it
u tryna steal my swag but u fakinn
try to run up on me why u flakinn

cycle

im fack the polis

Ruler feat. Nayf (muda)

Tweakur

Martin

Sermon

Byeeeeeeee

Thru Da Phone ft. Chac

told em, watch my throne i’m stepping down for some coverage
drop it, then take it back, easily oh so coveted
all want it, they need it, but try they best stuck on stuttering
flaunt it, I bleed it, on top of it all, nothing up to this

still 41st, still giild, thrash and never less
still about my chest, the peril, my chips, breaking who attest
pill her, beat it, move onto the next, a piece in the process
pillar, how I stand, the pills, just recreate, the words effect

pissing on it all, just cause I can do
spill it with me, still don’t feel it, only cause they can’t do
harsh, and not a care, because they bitches still thats ran through
by the nayfer, paper heavier, and what we carry by the grams too

see it on the puffs, carry nugs, and the chrome inside
chase gon pick it up, squeeze it til it’s 0 left from 9
gripping mics, and shred the grip, my tires, til I x my eyes
telling mine, and sleep all through the day, awake all through the night

ditch the realistic route, still 2x 3x all my worth, stitched it all together, funny how I cut who “best the words”, stitch them back together, nah I kid, just watch em leave the earth, pick up where I left, I leave my trail, another one?, disperse

track and hurt to all my rivals, snatch they broads and hit they vitals, times is psychic season titled, split and dip, I hit the mile

dont, dont dont, what I hear, this shit too potent now
effortless, I float, past predecessors, up or go around
never less, again, a taunt?, I push that sound to shake em down
shake a ho and shake these simple minds, to break and make a frown

see they all been teasing thee, but they bitches still leave for me
making dough off what they sent the broad, but somehow leads to me
and thats how all the 41st all been, embrace it gleefully 
photos of us on they phones, and murkin snakes, from teens to ze-ro

brought back the insurgence, 41st militia surgeons
took the game apart, and sew it, back to be of our assurance
rip a hating heart out, mk style to keep for our researching
left the rest him with the duds, that had a hunch for my emerging

can do (prod. shed) #41STCENTURYCLASSIKS2

Thru Da Phone ft. Chac

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