King Solomon III - Bad Lil Biddie Wit Da Benz

Serving all these streets, hoes all through my phone
Young, dumb, nobody by me now I'm always focused on my queen
Always smoking with my team You just mad I don't get high with you
I'm that kind of dude To go get high with all your friends
Bad lil' bitty with the bands Several cities till we land
Ain't gon' miss you by the cent All these hoes just play pretend
I try to say, forgive me for my honesty You don't even see the darkness within
It's like, why you tryna sin? You can't even see the simple grim
But it's like, I try to look at myself from within
You don't even understand this, Mike You ain't even understand this, life
Why you tryna play my stripes? You ain't even understand this price
I'm not tryna tell you why I just try to pass the time
I just try to pass it by You ain't even pass me by
Why you tryna scrutinize? I'm just tryna multiply
Now you see what I try and coincide Can't even stand behind my pride
But you even look at me in my eyes It's like, that's the truth
Now I'm stepping in this booth What's the really move
What you really tryna act like ludicrous, dude
It's like the same old shit
Yeah, yeah, he paid it all on that cross I don't need to be a boss
Never take a fuckin' loss Yeah, we shoulda get the cross
Yeah, you know all Albatross I'ma mix it
Yeah, you know we live it Don't need two pot prescriptions
That's because God's my drug Yeah, you know a different kind of love
When I'm lookin' up above Yeah, my hands fit into these workin' gloves
You ain't even understand that God is my only judge
So I don't need to look in the past Never crash
Yeah, you know this life is simplistic Yeah, you know we live it
Yeah, you know we gotta get it Yeah, I try to mix it
Yeah, you know I make it Yeah, don't gotta take it
Yeah, you know we ain't gotta fake it Yeah, you know I'm out here tryna get it
Mixed up like the bacon Yeah, you know we never crash
Yeah, you know we get the cash Yeah, you try to hear the splash
Drippin', livin', yeah, you know it
Yeah, I get broke down just to get brought back up
What you really tryna look at me? Like, tryna say what's up
Yeah, I'm tryna keep these cuffs But I'm locked in
Yeah, you don't even understand This my mic, this my life
I play these stripes, this my soul What you really tryna know
What you really tryna show? I'm not even tryna mean
Come around me on my team This is what I do, this is for my crew
This is what I rep Red, white, and blue, I stay true
Yeah, you don't even understand Try to do it for me, man
I love my freedom, love my life
Yeah, love my life, pay the price Yeah, you know we pay the strife
Yeah, you know we get it twice Too many times
That's why I don't need to focus on some stupid dimes
I'm in line Yeah, you know I'm on my grind
Always prayin' on my knees What you gotta say
Used to be smokin' way too many trees Now you know
Yeah, I'm prayin' to the Lord And He's like, yes, please
Yeah, you know I try to get it pretty, Miss Daisy
But we ain't even try to get lazy They try to say that I'm crazy
But you know I'm already paid for Open door, closed slam
Yeah, you know we're hip and bam But you shoot and make the mix
Yeah, you know we got the kicks Pumped up with the little shit

Written by:
Simon Reed

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