King Chase - Let Em Tell It

Rolling up the best
I give no fucks about yo respect
The streets ain’t neva love a nigga
So I’m neva looking back
I got this crown
I got this pack
So know its smoke anywhere I’m at
Gotta keep that strap round pg county
For you get left in a culdesac
I still got paranoia
That reaper coming for me
Man I was distancing myself
Since way before the rona
Neva thought I’d see the day
When friends would turn on me
My lady told me who was fake
And then the world showed me
That’s why I’m solo in this whip
Can’t trust a soul to dip
I’m sliding out
I heard all the lies
But they from haters I can see about
I will neva say ya name
Not on my lil platform
Digging thru the duffie
Tryna find a fuck to give to em
Crown holder hoodie
Match the one these niggaz hate for
This exclusive drip
They say it’s lit
I might design more
No more giving paper to these racist ass designers
I still talk ya favorite model out her savage fenty garments
Ain’t a piece of jewelry on me
I still shine hoe beg your pardon
And that crown I rep, it’s tatted
So it’s death before dishonor
Wanna sign us, run the shits
I Clean em out like a colonic
Where ya wallets
Cause I know my worth
And that’s they fuckin problem
They don’t wanna sign a nigga
That’s too smart for them to rob em
So we indie, getting busy
Bussin  heads like Robbie Lawler
Taxin niggaz for the features
Bending styles like Adesanya
It’s whateva, fuck whoeva
I’m yo living, breathing karma
I done paid my dues twice over
Left me putting shit together
Now a nigga built a buzz
They hive minds reading jealous
Shoulder ice cold
Bitch my heart froze
Let em tell it
Imma weirdo
He ain't from here tho
Let em tell it
This that pg county
Ain’t no way around it
Imma beast
Everybody know my face
But don’t nobody know a thing
my life story come with 1 side
Bitch I been the truth
This that Smakd Religion business
I’m a gawd inside this booth

Written by:
Donovin C

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