Alex Jordahl - Young King lyrics

rate me

I’m a young king, I’m a young king

I’m a young king, I’m a young king

Man, I swear to God they don’t make me like me

Watch me do it, get test like Nike

AFC and they fit so nicely

Cup of stacks and they make a fist so silent

Rooftop views make them look so tiny

Me falling off down south so likely

Boy, everything gold on me, I’m a young king

Deodorant fresh, I don’t sweat no things

And I’m coming with the heat, that LeBron for the ring

But I won’t sell out just to make more green

So fuck you haters and fuck you labels

You’ll be talking all night just tryna sell dreams

What? Man, I started doubt in my mama’s crib

Talk about real, I’m as real as it gets

Made for this shit, man, I crown my fists

Shit, I ball like a saint, man, I’m all for this shit

Like…on the field getting played for these hits

I’m up, too many people had turned me down

Fuck all that, they should see me now

Too many people had turned me down

But fuck all that, they should see me now

You can find me on top in an all-gold crown like king

All gold on me, I’m a young king

All gold on me, I’m a young king

All gold on me, I’m a young king

People talk shit about all your dreams

But fuck all that, baby, do your thing

King

All gold on me, I’m a young king

All gold on me, I’m a young king

All gold on me, I’m a young king

People talk shit about all your dreams

But fuck all that, baby, do your thing

King