'94 - Kings Dead

What you know about the 8th grade?

Three ways to make your life change

Take money, make money, aim steady, bang!

I was not about to do that

I said screw that, never move back

Trying to be a legend

Not just begging for some food stamps

Fist bumps and weed, they get high just for me

They gon' turn up my shit, then get turnt up and geek

Don’t be eating what you shit out

Perfecting what i give out, to live out my dream

You’ll hear bout the team

These young people, they love rap like I did in '09

I used to write my hooks about Jenny Brookes because boy that girl was fine

I used to make believe it was the place to be and section 8 was good

Till i got a glimpse of the other side and worked up out the hood

And now i walk around with no body guard

No guard around for no safe

Because when you make out it

You gotta bring it home, make a kingdom out your safe

Yeah green and white, green and white, some Irish pub we’ll just drink tonight

Or we could just hit Newbury with a bad bitch for a good time

Aaliyah took a flight, Michael fell asleep

I need some Addy, Addy I’m trying to focus on this money

Sonny sonny why you do it?

I just answer I’m the shit

All these bitches want the tip, like a waitress on my dick

And I’mma shoota!

for the youth, get used to the truth all mighty in the booth

They be like hold up, who you?

Get used to the face, niggas end up in a noose

I need that '94, biggie smalls before i die

Ana Ross here to love, in my trunk

White girls dancing in the front

You should love me in the city, hope you brought me in the burbs

Hope I speak for all the people that believe in what they heard

When they play my shit in school, I hope your teacher stops the class

Takes a look out the window and I’m standing by a Jag

Going vroom vroom, look at me, look at me, look at what we grew to be

One kid in the corner came up like mrs., who the hell is he

I’m yelling call me a king, please call me a king

If I don’t speak for the Youth, then I ain’t doing a thing

And im gonna do what i came to do

With my name up and a game so true

They call it justice in heaven they fear my flow down in hell

I treat these beats like i treat these freaks and keep them under a spell

They wishin' inside a well I’m on the way to my wish

I keep my focus off that, never take one eye off this

Two kids with a dream like Juicy

Soundtrack to the shit’s a movie

You are they all woulda moved me

Most friends I know would have used me

Sayin' «we go way back»

Like Jay-Z in a wave cap nigga throwback