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d. king (rapper) - supposed to be كلمات الأغنية

[hook: d. king & brandon hines]
laughed at, talked about
those who claim to be
put the rap game where it’s supposed to be
y’all n-ggas ain’t close to me
laughed at, talked about
those who claim to be
put the rap game where it’s supposed to be
y’all n-ggas ain’t close to me

[verse 1: d. king]
150 on the dash, 150 years of slavery
i let you down like durags and wave grease
mesmerized as she gaze at the beast
watch me testify, who’s the greatest on beats?
i f-cked around and get wild with a sentence
all complicated like c-n-ls’ inventors
but i’m in venice beach, sliding p-n-s through venus
“really, i am”‘s like the really, i am
i pop wheelies on dirt bikes
but now, even big wheelies could get popped over that work, right
right in the right time, we
focus in the lotus, hovering the most divining speeds
we can bring out the drop that make your mouth drop
like product with ice in it, i got it, the right lyrics
we bleed green over red stuff and yellow broads
white chalked out, i see colors, you see, my brother?

[verse 2: d. king]
i swear to god, my n-gga
i’m just trying to keep them things around me
’cause bricks go for 11-5 in dade county
d. king with the king magazine broad, acting out of spread
on the office desk, acting like it’s a bed
then i off her dress
bet that any rapper better than me probably dead
yeah, i said it, yeah, i’m talking ’bout big sh-t
bossing on a low budget, f-cking on the whips sh-t
but bet i know where the surface lie
certified murder guys in my circle that i’ve [?]
i move work with guys and my [?] cubans
with b-tterfly shirts, used to fly work
some select few that still remain on earth
all that remain was game, couldn’t play it with work
feel my scene switch, n-gga, case is closing
topless women lead me up staircases, it’s floating

[verse 3: d. king]
for the rap sh-t, like black and white tvs
n-gga, we been cl-ssic, [?] and thin gl-sses
that’s it, so you’re truly out of place
wrist need oxygen and get blue in the face
move keys under koofies, made our way through customs
made my way hustling, froze gold chain blushing
it ain’t nothing, n-gga, that’s how my life goes
microphones, here i come, underneath the lightpoles
this strip-changing, fast-living, fast-pitching
so we can ride slow, past chickens
i got a p-ss from prison
cop k!llers on its way, six months of probation, nothing past [?]
this is past the vision, this is a full clip
so get your lines tighter on that college-ruled sh-t
no bullsh-t, i rule sh-t
who’s at the door when opportunity knocks, n-gga? who is it?

- d king rapper

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