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Lyrify.me

Pac at the Grammyz by Thy Kingdem Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Verse 1]
Thinking of a master plan, a mortal man
With the pen of a god and a new plan to rule the world
With the pick of the litter the crowd clammers, Fall is ours
We been equipped with the power to rule the land
Aiming for your jugular and your life is in my hands
Strangle you sons of a bitches 'til I get what I demand
My respect, take a bow and just to admit that you a fan
I ain't with the sneak dissin' I'm a grown ass man
Goddamn it's getting rocky for you sly actors
Spitting bars in the Regata just to lie to laughter
All offense with all the shit that you say you picked the worse ones
We got no relation you my motherfucking stepson
[?] with a flow so vicious
I knew the game since Do or Die was talking 'bout po pimpin'
I'm so gifted, don't have time for this fuck shit
Krowned Sounds niggas ain't nothing to fuck with, wassup?

[Verse 2]
They didn't want to see me make it this far picture me rollin'
Going hard every bar but drug free, come see
All eyez on me I'm a star
A couple years ago you probably think a nigga bizzare
Thou shall not fuck with Braeswood Kingdem
Won't be long before I'm selling out colliseums
Grooving on the rise from AM to PM
I paid my dues so smooth while yelling, "Free Tip!"
Blasting off faster the rise of the drunken master
Who everybody doubted but denounced it a second after
I'm back to putting silence to all the bitching and chatter 'bout
Who the best to spit it through these rappers thinking whose next
Like Goldberg with it hope it stings when I spit it
Was a fiend for a minute now I'm back up in it
We all have our problems I just bask up in it
Call my soul to be the next one trapped up in it, nigga
[Verse 3]
For a second let me calm it down
For the moment that I have you guys gathered 'round
It's a lot of clown shit that I have to address
For you hating ass niggas trying to take my assests
Came too far to the finish for a detour
Promise you in 2018 you gon' see more
Only thing I ask is that you let it be known
That you a mark throwing salt but the vision too strong, nigga