King Shit by Razzberrie Lyrics
I don't spend money on expensive shit
Finer things sink faster than self-affection
And if I don't wanna be there
Bitch, I won't pretend
My lips will never get loose with the title of friend
Nah ah I didn't stutter
Should I say it again
If you can't sing it live
Why you auto-tunin'?
They gon' pull up to a show and be like
"Damn, who this?
No comparison competition
When I'm in the kitchen mixing my
King Shit
Never had a silver spoon to feed with
King Shit
Brandishing melodies to fight the demons
King Shit
I get knocked down, not defeated
King Shit
I wear my crown, I'm on my king shit
Being cordial can be torture
Black ain't a skin tone, bitch, it's a culture
I'm happy to sweep all the chips off your shoulder
You see nothing wrong huh?
That leaves me appalled sir
I'm impressive, learn your lesson
When I get into your head, I won't exit
You've been carrying this hate for generations
I'm not tryina lead a nation
But while I'm alive, I'm making changes
King Shit
Never had a silver spoon to feed with
King Shit
Brandishing melodies to fight the demons
King Shit
I get knocked down, not defeated
King Shit
I wear my crown, I'm on my king shit
Monday through Friday
I be on my king shit
Even on the weekends
Even when I'm sleeping
Monday through Friday
I be on my king shit
Even on the weekends
Even when I'm sleeping
I can see everything in your pretense
You're not pulling the wool on my vision
I don't give a shit about an artificial drip
My vibrations staying in alignment
I've been craving flying through the sky again
Shaving the dead weight, inner circle tightening
And after all this...
Dracarys
Finer things sink faster than self-affection
And if I don't wanna be there
Bitch, I won't pretend
My lips will never get loose with the title of friend
Nah ah I didn't stutter
Should I say it again
If you can't sing it live
Why you auto-tunin'?
They gon' pull up to a show and be like
"Damn, who this?
No comparison competition
When I'm in the kitchen mixing my
King Shit
Never had a silver spoon to feed with
King Shit
Brandishing melodies to fight the demons
King Shit
I get knocked down, not defeated
King Shit
I wear my crown, I'm on my king shit
Being cordial can be torture
Black ain't a skin tone, bitch, it's a culture
I'm happy to sweep all the chips off your shoulder
You see nothing wrong huh?
That leaves me appalled sir
I'm impressive, learn your lesson
When I get into your head, I won't exit
You've been carrying this hate for generations
I'm not tryina lead a nation
But while I'm alive, I'm making changes
King Shit
Never had a silver spoon to feed with
King Shit
Brandishing melodies to fight the demons
King Shit
I get knocked down, not defeated
King Shit
I wear my crown, I'm on my king shit
Monday through Friday
I be on my king shit
Even on the weekends
Even when I'm sleeping
Monday through Friday
I be on my king shit
Even on the weekends
Even when I'm sleeping
I can see everything in your pretense
You're not pulling the wool on my vision
I don't give a shit about an artificial drip
My vibrations staying in alignment
I've been craving flying through the sky again
Shaving the dead weight, inner circle tightening
And after all this...
Dracarys