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nicholas craven, raz fresco & estee nack - born king lyrics

[intro: estee nack]
yeah
uh huh
peace
the god born king
you know the science, know what i’m saying
true cyphers, you know what i mean?

[verse 1: estee nack]
what’s today’s mathematics, what’s the order of the day? (uh huh)
we had to go through the lessons to figure out the smarter way
percocet, master the penny hardaways
how the f+ck that customer start today? (think about it)
you n+ggas ain’t heard the crackers wacking detrimental to the n+ggas’ growth and development (for real)
now it’s dope pills and doubters
gotta get expenses, you can catch us near where you last found us (trash)
smash that ass like a hamburger quarter pounder
my cypher stay well+rounded, i’m grounded (yeah)
plant a seed in the dirt of the bountied
creating the landscape, it’s making of my surroundings
earn us an abundance, a thousand (woah)
upon a couple thousand (ching ching)
now we up at saks fifth browsin’ (money)
and then we getting n+ggas outta housin’ (oh yeah)
moving like the god so we ‘bout the mountain
[?]
you ain’t get the map if you stuck counting (uh huh)
stupid (ooh)
wise up, son, know what i’m saying
be able to get through it
[verse 2: raz fresco]
ayo
we slightly psycho on arrival (crazy)
pyro like hydroponic microphone, rifle blow, it’s writing paper, vape a hole (blow that)
this crazy b+tch is tradin’ children (crazy)
baby for a baby bone (why she do that?)
nip the nick nonas stones, st. nicholas kid been on the coldest road (cold)
blow, put a hole in ya’ ozone (blow that up)
slide in these b+tches like open toe sandals
yo, we basically a old boat gettin’ blown
had to text a sco for the low, just sent a text and coal (shh)
good orderly directional energy flow
these words is ecstasy for hoes, get jeopardy chose
the henny made a heavenly pose
i been george jetson mo ‘fore my head was exposed
out the oochie wylie
mind control the body
she like, papi you mind+control me when you go inside me
resurrect the deaf, dumb, and blind zombie (wake ‘em up)
you can’t reform a devil of the devil’s arm (uh uh)
was playing with that white girl mrs. brittney barbie (whip)
whip driftin’ if they caught me (skrrt)
get off me
they lost me

[verse 3: jimmie d]
yo, yo
these horror stories are our stories
there’s no moral to the story
our people kept a oral history
have certain encounters face+to+face, nut on the celly
been doing this too long, there’s nothing you can tell me (nothing)
until my plate is full, i’ma go for more (always)
let it go, i couldn’t hold the wh0re (let it go)
when we long gone we gon’ be a part of the folklore (stories)
was in the back more than a corner store (uh huh)
fiend hit the sh+t, now we frozen solid (stiff)
beat the case, skated like koston
[?] but i got it popping (uh huh)
when you down and you have no options (none)
it don’t ricochet where the kids’ll play
so we sit and pray
playing tag with binoculars and skyscr+pers (i see you my n+gga)
have both feet in the dirt like we landscaping
[verse 4: the sixth letter]
ayo
just like raindrops my words falling on yo’ head
smoking on that man pharma while i’m bakin’ this bread (uh huh)
i’m still here so i gotta get it (gotta get it n+gga)
ayo, the master of ceremonies they run and press play, peep how i sh+t it
shawty love how i fit it, vintage botte+ne
you ain’t know they made ‘til you seen me online with it (that’s facts)
or in the flesh like 3d, graffiti raps
splash ya’ stats, clean slate laid flat (d+mn)
lines forming like voltron right outside of the bakery (uh huh)
they need it, they got it, n+gga, this where all the flavors be (yeah, we got it)
tastefully crafted, supreme like the math is
that bullsh+t you serving though, that right up in the trash bin (throw that out)
big ass branches, scrolling ‘em, blowing ‘em (blowing ‘em)
in the city, block’s hot, the cops patrolling ‘em (woot woot woot woot)
counting my blessings and dollars were necessary
my cs shine like quasar, sh+t is hereditary (sh+t is hereditary)

[verse 5: mike shabb]
the day i lost the scale the day i found myself (myself)
we barely escaped, they used to say my momma fell (my momma fell)
my pops hanged himself, my brother got k!lled
they say i gotta check my mental health
elizabeth bills, i got commonwealth (for real)
through hard times and teardrops i never popped a pill
reporting live from the cypher like i’m odd [?]
still goin’ through lessons, i need to bill more (peace)
pick a different stick like happy gilmore
remember when we was dreaming ‘bout having our faces on billboards (on billboards)
we had to go through corridors and steel doors
i had to go through middlemen just to find the source (for real)
minor loss a major comeback, gotta pay the cost (pay that money)
i spent dollars to build destroy all my goofy boys (180)
this for my n+ggas that stack some money, still unemployed (yeah)
peace to born king for recent teaching these mathematics (peace god)
for that dumb sh+t, i let you n+ggas have it (i’ll let you n+ggas have it)

- nicholas craven raz fresco estee nack lyrics

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