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nantes - killa king كلمات الأغنية

dr. martin luther king, jr.: “…why jesus called a man a fool. i want to share with you a dramatic little story from the gospel as recorded by st. luke; it is the story of a man who by all means….”

(hook)
i wanna ride through the city like them k!llas do
45 so i don’t need a hunnid troops
i wanna ride through the city like them k!llas wit one hunnid proof, blowin smoke up out the roof
i wanna ride through the city like them k!llas do
45 so i don’t need a hunnid troops
i wanna ride through the city like them k!llas wit one hunnid proof, blowin smoke up out the roof

(verse 1)
see, i had a dream that i was once the man
equity up in my hood, red flag in my pants
while i was idolizin’ false prophets in coupe devilles
my granny told me pay attention to the lessons it wrought
so my sister with the sh-ts and she put it on crip
as my perpetration weigning and these n-ggas ‘gon fade
like a barber, get yo b-tch -ss lined up and i’m not tough
but seven years old, they had a n-gga in awe and dawg
the set trip was the thang to do
in the lane with them k!llas, feelin’ like a man
let the glock blow
and when it rock soles, we come up on kicks
got work in the pot and more work in a b-tch but i regret it all
but f-ck it, we still movin
my sister told me to chill but n-gga i’m still stackin’
ogs like is you brackin’?
n-gga, don’t no n0body know you
still active, k!ll a king for a dream and i’m coming straight off adams
wessup!?

(hook)

(verse 2)
n-gga, where you goin’? know i need my ends
why you playin’? we not friends or -ssociates
why the f-ck you shakin’, man? you know that i need my payment or your soul on the pavement
i need it riddled wit bullets bad as the b-tch that i’m pullin’
and i’m not jokin’ or jivin’
give me my grip or you dyin’
give a f-ck about that brown skin
just know that you drowin’ in the river styx
p-ss on yo grave while yo widow suck my d-ck, b-tch
another story of that self hatred has n-ggas waitin’ in the cut with a blade
dead silence like my og sylent, my uncle gave me the game
draw down on the enemy shooter from an angle
archangel leave souls on the news
it’s black don’t crack and black on black
but martin luther had a dream for a fiend, the banger, the shooter
so respect yo black and brown skin and treat your seed like a ruler (bow!)

(hook)

dr. martin kuther king, jr.: “lord, i must confess that i’m weak now, i’m faltering, i’m losing my courage! i can’t let the people see me like this because if they see me weakened, losing my courage, they will begin to get weak. seems in that moment that i…..”

- nantes

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