Luck One - Servant II the King lyrics

rate me

Yeah!

Guess he is from North East

You can check the crowd streets

You don’t know stay the…

Let them know it’s all peace,

Let them know we ain’t them

Rappers is bragging about our poverty

My former life was hectic, except that it built…

They’re probably dropping, I’m proud of…

But as your John gotti, your as emo

Just pay attention how I pick the tracks and ride the rhythm

My financial statements looking like I own the private prison

Huh, they’re quiet confused when conscious speak of wealthy

But that’s why I don’t play the game, cause I can kill the beef myself!

That’s word to Steve, I can just make you believe

We were all study intact, they was on hustle and kids and

Give it to… and it was never elected…

I gotta get it for the homies of a life

That it never feared to get to get it to the streets

And it sent us for the beef

Tell them I do not… with men

My anger is only reserved for my foes

They’re talking on us on top of their chins

The city singing my song, and they’re gone!

Hook:

Well, I’m a servant, flow is so observing

Never seen another from the city half as firm, man!

You gotta pay attention to the way you wish you were

It’s time to sign a deal now, cause baby I deserve it!

Tell them I’m the servant, servant, servant to the king

I’m the servant, servant, servant to the king

And my robes is made of goretex

It ain’t a thing, I’m still the king of the North West

Bring it to your door steps!

Yeah, hey yo, they’re rapping about the city like it’s gang land

They’re kicking verses where they’re boasting, had them moving racks

You got a chopper in your car and let it bang

But the way you make it aim shows your terrified to shoot the cops

It’s just explosis when I ride, forget the rap burner!

You couldn’t hang if you was Mad Turner

Don’t need a … need to put a hole in your body

I rode with a bunch of socialists militants and Jihadist…

Knees are up right, back on my sluts now

Lucky got it uptight, how I hold the block down

And keep it… they can never call it whack

Yeah, they put it on the hood, but I put it on the map.

Ain’t nobody on my city ever shine like, who? Kill it conscious,

And I guess that I’m the rapper that you try to imitate your rhyme like

How obnoxious, so I gotta let them know

I’m a different … move at a different speed

…we get at the same … wish you can from a different…

Hook:

Well, I’m a servant, flow is so observing

Never seen another from the city half as firm, man!

You gotta pay attention to the way you wish you were

It’s time to sign a deal now, cause baby I deserve it!

Tell them I’m the servant, servant, servant to the king

I’m the servant, servant, servant to the king

And my robes is made of goretex

It ain’t a thing, I’m still the king of the North West

Bring it to your door steps!

Uh, if you’re talking about selling dope or your records

And you ain’t really did it!

You’re corny, but look

If you’re talking about selling dope on your records

And you really do it

You’re corny, yeah, aha!