King Kontoh - For The Week Freestyle
The mirror told me that i'm nextTryna turn a maybe to a yes
Young king fresh when i pop out
The homies said the ego showing
But the boy a killer so i'm keeping it discrete
Niggas in my city wanna beef
Cops killing all my people so let's keep it on the beat
Plus you know the talent is unique
In a year you couldn't complete half the shit i manage in a week
Still slept on and still underdog
lyrically untouched losing motivation to compete (Yea)
Probably the anxiety in me
I just gotta get the bag once i get it panic and repeat (Whoo)
Ceo boss flow if my shawty bugging
Call ma lil mama just to give me cudi for the week (That's right)
Then I beat it and retreat
Stroke game elite
Cuz i swear this ain't no batty for the weak (Goddamn)
Perhaps the pen too graphic
If we out in traffic we wave them middle fingers to police (Fuck em)
Got the windows down blowing trees
Plus my g is the plug so i'm paying next to nothing for the w
Bleep it for the ethics
Lil shordy I miss with
I'd never cuff the bitch
But i'm showing her affection (Baby)
Can't be laid up watching netflix
Perfecting my next shit
It's so hard i might tittle it erection
Kontentklub baddies on the guestlist
Entangled but we go our separate ways like brexit
Time waits for no man the petty shit i'm off it
To see my parents struggle was the nail in the coffin (In the coffin)
Sitting contemplating with some coffee
Thinking maybe one day you could boss up in this office
To get the vision popping
I think about it often
Furthest thing from softened
Just approach the king with caution
Still smoother than a dolphin
Your shordy hit my dms like hey mr. awesome
My other chick is toxic
She told that she done with me she off it
I pipe hella good so we talking again
Even if i gave niggas my recipe and closet we wouldn't be saucing the same
While i'm buying land you copping a chain
You the type to need attention so you fall the fame
Optics they always sitting watching my page
Know it's watch the throne
But you boys stalking the reign
Mans sick nothing stopping the pain
Even with with the rona
We wouldn't be coughing the same
(Young King)
Written by:
Michael Kontoh
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