King James III - BEACH CHAIR

Check it out nigga, we comin' in hot, yeah, yeah
Yo, relate to me, hell no, I can't fold
Play with me, everything pass go
Nigga, life is a game, uh
Relate to me, hell no, I can't fold
Play with me, everything pass go
Lately, been on that long road
Relate to me, hell no, I can't fold
Life is a haiku, future tycoon
Vivid images come through, servin' fondue
Say cheese, suckas posin' online too
Real life crew, real life moves, follow suit
And it really does matter who's rockin' with ya
Some women tryna stop with ya
Fuck niggas tryna rock with ya
I said, fuck em' all
Relate to me, hell no, I can't fold
Play with me, everything pass go
Lately, been on that long road
Relate to me, hell no, I can't fold
Stone Island on the arm, baby, walk with a don
Countin' blessings, investments for the fuck of it
I fell in love with it, the feelin
The raw rush, of raw buildin
From the floor to the ceilin fly
(James Nigga)
Top Boss
I'm the one they get they orders from
Price on the work droppin
If you coppin' more than one
We sendin' niggas hearse shoppin
If they plottin' on the funds
Grindin' with the morning sun
Howlin' at the full moon
My dawg died before he ran it up
He left us too soon
Automatic rifles in the trunk
Lookin' like two bromes
Let me in your bitch ear
You knowin' that she gon' choose
Thinkin' that we got the game rigged
Cause we just won't lose
(Yeah So)
Relate to me, hell no, I can't fold
Play with me, everything pass go
Lately, I've been on that long road
Relate to me, hell no, I can't fold

Written by:
Darien Dash jr, James Bason III

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