K. Eastwood - Nice To Meet You

Don't fucking touch me
Ay it's very nice to meet you
Give me your hand now I need you
Take you back home to my people
Real men back in style well me too
I knew from day one
She was more than a fan
I'm the king where's my crown
Put it in my hand
It's very nice to meet you
Give me your hand now I need you
Take you back home to my people
Real men back in style well me too
I knew from day one
She was more than a fan
I'm the king where's my crown
Put it in my hand
Bringing them all down to Indiana
It will always be the same people
Acting like your random
Then they see you on the 'gram
Snapping pictures like a fan
Back when me an BANISHED made Japan
You weren't there with us then uh
But you gotta
You gotta
You gotta make sure you're wrong
You can not
You can not
You can't ignore all your flaws
And I got a girl who's at all of my shows
Snap us a pic cause we ain't gotta pose
Switch it vice versa I know it might hurt ya
But check on your vision I promise you'll know
Jay-Z was a dealer, Kanye selling T-Shirts
So I knew I could do it one day
Then I'll hop out the Benz and say
Where's the valet
Ay it's very nice to meet you
Give me your hand now I need you
Take you back home to my people
Real men back in style well me too
I knew from day one
She was more than a fan
I'm the king where's my crown
Put it in my hand.
Good afternoon boys and girls
Shut the fuck up
If I do want it I gotta go get it
Rap game is a business so don't get offended
My peers are on TV so what on earth
Should I do
Felt I worked harder
Still cannot get through to you
Know I'm the king that is my middle name
Cannot hold back got a city to claim
Got all my brothers they witnesses
To all the distances
To see my name in parenthesis
Write my name on the whole block
Photosynthesis
Yeah this my city
And you just a citizen
Lost all my innocence
Oops I meant cinnamon
Cannot make C A K E without cinnamon
Baby please
I don't got time to waste
Now where's the keys
Ay it's very nice to meet you
Give me your hand now I need you
Take you back home to my people
Real men back in style well me too
I knew from day one
She was more than a fan
I'm the king where's my crown
Put it in my hands
Hand
Hand

Written by:
Kristian Ngoma

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