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phonte - the life of kings lyrics

[verse 1: phonte]
back with that new new to tell you where i come from
sing a song so i could never be unsung
they think i’m on some, being fair weather
its just my ensemble don’t care whether
you shake your tail feathers, or your pom poms
razor sharp n-gga bong bong
its a bad time to be a mc if you ain’t rhyming right
i spit that china white n-gga call it hong kong
hit the city to see one of my school mates
making six figures but she still got a roommate
just to have a downtown apartment and some outfits
and you asking why i never leave the south, sh-t…

[hook: phonte]
take some time to dream
peace of mind is a delightful thing
this is the life of kings

[bridge: evidence & (phonte)]
and we got it (yessir)
i’m the king!

[verse 2: evidence]
people be confused how i move with the utmost
respect and yet i get my due
and true, i got nothing to prove
could be my new objective but let’s not object to truth
(cough cough) on days like these
i count my blessings and say my dreams
out loud when i wake up
the voice up inside of my head
telling ev lets get on the day and out of this bed
kiss my mother gave my daughter a pound
then she hugged me (what) then she turned around
in my time the life of a king is undefinable
the closest we might get is pressed up to the vinyl though
sh-t…

[hook]

[bridge: evidence & big k.r.i.t]
(yea)
tigallo, (big k.r.i.t), e v
i’m the king!

[verse 3: big k.r.i.t]
now some consider me a tyrant
cause i would rather push chariots, dodging them sirens
trunk beating like violence, searching for me a vibrant thing
more concerned with what books i read than what side i claim
got a vision to be veteran
with a future brighter than a writer deciphering light by thomas edison
cause you remind me of a derelict relishing on relishments
too busy throwing rocks at my throne to find a chair to sit
i’m the type of king you’ll probably see coretta with
country bred, country raised, and intelligent
rosebud lifestyle and yours is petal-less
the hand of god and mine you shouldn’t meddle with
my reign is benevolent
ever since i fell out the womb i was destined to conquer melodies

[hook]

- phonte lyrics

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