LYRICS

Big ship sailing on the ocean
Each channel blame it on the old dumps
Clown want the same P Drizzy got
I still want the same respect Riza got
Fans see me daily, say what's happening
Said the man is missing like Madeline
Feed the motherfuckers, take the king back
I know you kept the receipt in the same bag
I love the game, not the politics
It's 'cause the game making no promises
Now even my fan looking at me crazy
Told him I'm here out in Lisbon shooting for Mercedes
Wayne, you were the number one king
Independent ain't the one K
Why don't you do a tune with David Guetta?
Instead of these sissy collages

Spring fire, summer burning
Six fiends turn the roof into a furnace
Cold wind of broken souls
You ain't seen nothing if you never seen a broke window
Streets hungry, streets thirsty
Need more work so the burglar got up early
Old school cheddar like Froggy and Fergie
Gained a pound of paper 'cause it doesn't concern me

You can sing la la la
The building is full of PUPPETS AND STRINGS
Meet the kid and sing la la la
Who's running these Sesame streets?
Not Ernie or Kermit
Who put East London on the map?
East, told 'em to bury me in a Louis bag
Nothing cooking up a storm like casting
'Cause my niggas won't be back like dances

Small fish, nigga, ocean
Back against the ropes, hold cold gun
I was listening to Leg kick the other day
Still feel the same way as what I wrote then
You're too real for your own good
Fuck keeping it real for your own hood
But know you've been created for ??
But if you release 99 now
Member see some all price sales
Kano want some wet, wet, wet shit
But what you want from me is not what I'm obsessed with
Downside of a forward thinker
You do it first but they do it bigger
Then I say I might as well sell out
But my heart put my head enough to bring sales out

Spring fire, summer burning
Six fiends turn the roof into a furnace
Cold wind of broken souls
You ain't seen nothing if you never seen a broke window
Streets hungry, streets thirsty
Need more work so the burglar got up early
Old school cheddar like Froggy and Fergie
Gained a pound of paper 'cause it doesn't concern me

You can sing la la la
The building is full of PUPPETS AND STRINGS
Meet the kid and sing la la la
Who's running these Sesame streets?
Not Ernie or Kermit
Who put East London on the map?
East, told 'em to bury me in a Louis bag
Nothing cooking up a storm like casting
'Cause my niggas won't be back like dances

One, two, I don't really talk that much
I don't even know what to say

I was gonna send this punk to rest
But I'mma tell you a story instead
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They say heavy is the head that wears the crown
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But I guess that's just fucking life
First album, let's call that a classic piece and cues
Nigga, that was magic ??
Yeah, we made it, yeah, we made it
And I wouldn't trade it for no platinum ??
Paid for niggas alcohol so what the fuck they wining about
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