K.R.Y.T.I.C. - Birthday Boy (feat. Prince Marv)

Look at what we did bro! Hey yo, Marv look at what we did, bro! I want nothing but suits in my section. Fitted bro. Smart niggaz only!

I'm Guevara with a crown on, look at what it took
We're on a different page if you did it by the book
Ironically everything is raw when I cook
I'm reaching for it, everything is mine with a look.
Everything is fine, hommy look, we made it.
Everything is a drug, staying woke got you jaded
Last year we showed you I ain't the one to play with
This year we're proving I'm everybody's favourite.
Walk into the bank with a smile on my face
Because I stand among legends and I ain't out of place
Its still "Jillies On Deck" I might need another case
I might need another bank cuz we're filling up the safe.
Ill enough to chase dreams, third world country King
We're eating out here tell me when your lunch begins
Every face talking out the neck, we gon' punch it in
Feeling like Khaled...we're looking at another win!

You got me feeling like a birthday boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
Can I get some candles and some cake at my birthday, boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
I swear to God!
You got me feeling like a birthday boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
Can I get some candles and some cake at my birthday, boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
I swear to God!

[Prince Marv]
Ahem! Its Marv! Yo!

It's the Prince Hakeem Joffer in the flesh
And in case you didn't catch it, Son, I rose at every step
It took a lot to be this games best buddy
From a point of no return I became Steph Curry
The Golden State I was in made me a warrior
Man we went from chimps to champs and it was glorious
I couldn't fly, a cage was my first spot
Not I see among the blind I'm out the bird box!
We're catching flights now, even the pain is foreign
We levelled up, listen, that's a different story.
A young Simba and you can't out-scar me
So these day's my circle empty as a Pent House Party!
Sometimes you pick between the forest and the fruit
There's something different in my roots, nigga I am Groot!
We caked up off some sweet sixteens
Nigga Freddy Kruger himself couldn't breach these dreams!

[K.R.Y.T.I.C]
You got me feeling like a birthday boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
Can I get some candles and some cake at my birthday, boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
I swear to God!
You got me feeling like a birthday boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
Can I get some candles and some cake at my birthday, boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
I swear to God!

And I recall, when we never had milk for our cereal
That's a really big thing to a three year old
Now we wake up with our music on the stereo
It's a miracle. I hope you hear me though
We were so poor daddy said give me four
Momma said don't you go sniffing through that kitchen door
Pastor said don't you go playing with that Wiji Board
Feel like I did all three so please forgive me, Lord.
I just a little kid with a dream, bro.
Didi my best to see how far that my team go
Now we're trying to spend time buying vehicles
So when death come I can say I did it all.
I don't milly-rock, fam, I don't dab neither
So many people's daughters want me, I'm the Black Beiber.
Don't get your cat ethered
You know the eager nigga that collapses a damn, nigga?
Don't be that beaver!
You got me feeling like a birthday boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
Can I get some candles and some cake at my birthday, boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
I swear to God!
You got me feeling like a birthday boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
Can I get some candles and some cake at my birthday, boy
Man I'm feeling like a birthday boy
I swear to God!

Written by:
Victor Muligisa

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