King Skie - BarKing

King Skie
Baltimore City Product
You already Know how I'm rocking
Yadamean
Bar King
Bar King
Bar King
Bar King
Too many Kings in them cells, some can't even get no mail
If you're too bold, to thank Jesus, you going straight to hell
Tasted defeat before glory, still can't even shake the smell
From all my losses I learn, I'm fond of taking L's
How we manage to let emasculation influence our nation
Black fathers y'all not understanding they needing y'all faces
Our Sons get picked on, then have nightmares, they see Freddy and Jason
Then people get sad, when they clap back, without standing ovation
Copped a semi from a enemy, disclosed location
Two Lost lives, no surprise, to many stall, should've hasten
Heard em selling false prophets, they flea market, they faking
Too many homies up stars, my memory log constellation
What’s the point in going far, when you come home they be hating
Went from playing in vacants, to planning cozy vacations
Street smarts, book smarts, King Skie motivation
Taking the D out of my X, to help de-generations
Stand tall, my speech long, this a new vocation
Doing this all for God, got a Godly reputation
I’m an action of a Dog. End all speculation
Freak accident get you knocked off, final destination
Forget the violence, that's timeless. Try solve gentrification
It's like Deal or No Deal, we seeing so many cases
Turn our sticky situations, to some litty lituations
Skipping the casualties, dodging any Litigations
Not a Doctor but it’s Dre, working with patients
Thank you Jesus, Amen, for the drive, and dedication
All bars from God, the creator, I'm the creation
They designed by computers, I can see it in animation
To the top we going climb Cuz I started in the basement
God Forgive Me, Half of Vickie’s, using 60 for replacement
Trapped hard, went to school, became a King at Graduation
I work through lights , just to light up the dark
Seen lil homies get shot at the park
If I'm wanted I shoot with an arc
Grinding hard since 02
Pro skater 4, Tony hawk
Now I'm connected cuz we ain't have no cable
Making beats on our table
Back when Smackdown was the federation, they had Tazz and Sable
In High School, It was bumb swag, cut up jeans and black label
Selling grass, then counting every dime
I ask God in my repentance why he let Me waste my time
Went from stealing up Nordstrom rack
To rocking my own clothing line
Used to be at every party, dickie pants and a ed hardy
Not true to religion, but I'm rocking all that Godly
Catching bodies in them hallways, girls acting naughty
That was bad cuz we were kids, and I'ma blame all of the barbies
I was living wrong, express my pain in the studio
Now I'ma assist the whole team, like I'm Ricky Rubio
From playing my own cards like its Yu-Gi-Oh
To God scripting me like a motion picture movie role
King Skie from Baltimore, bringing Jesus back to you
I hope you enjoyed the tape, Gifted and Lifted 2

Written by:
De'Andre Taylor

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