Billionaire Sol & Dlo Sol - Blood of The Kings

Blood of the kings running through me
Living vivid in the boondock feeling like I'm huey
I'm just trynna speak the truth like a nigga paul mooney
But I know the odds against me
Forgive me if I'm gloomy hold up
I need some time to roll up
Nigga sit back and pour up
You got a set what you bang
Man the drillers finna show up
You in the party lacking
Man them niggas got the poles tucked
Won't hesitate to spark it like a fein that just got sold dust
Mind too complex speaking codes like I'm yoda
On the southside with a bitch doing yoga
When I get bored I might just fly to Barcelona
Arizona
Minnesota
Frozone nigga the kid is colder
Been studying the times damn my mind getting older
Been looking at the stars morning time in the solar
Dodging sticks and stones cause it's angels on my shoulders
Poison in the food systematic can't control us
Nigga give me the controller
Hold up
Watch my back watch my manners
Man them niggas food watch the cameras
Grab them for they jewels and they hammers
Aint no time to choose in the slammers
Belly of the rough don't understand us
Never had the silver spoon
Food was on the table though
Some was gone way too soon
Never showed on cable bro
Always kept the secrets low
Guess that's why I'm getting high
Guess that's what I do it for
Ease the pain and getting by
Aye
All black like bruce wayne I aint changed
Big benz way too thick that's two lanes
Made it through the living hell and I'm still kicking
Niggas think they fucking with los and they still wishing
I came through with the Christmas list on my wrist
It don't even got a diamond on it
Type of shit is this
Sorry but them baby ass bars ain't make it to the playlist
I'm the type to spend a thousand dollars on a fucking fragrance

Written by:
Carlos Johnson, Darius Steward

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