King Frank May - Mūsā

Hustle 'til you paid, work the muscle 'til the grave
Fuck being humble, I don't care if it tastes
Like champagne and pussy, dare a negus push me
My uncle was a monster, I'll show where he took me
'Bron 'Bron to rookies, strong arm the bookies
My only role models was Barack, Hov, and Tookie
Percy elevate us, Baby made us paper
Diddy said the truth, but I'm the muthafuckin greatest
I'll show mines in years
Oil mines, Emirs
Close-lined the tiers, they all rhyme with fear
I'm the ghost in the slack, former popes made a pact
Restore the Knight Temps' if I ever come back
My Ludwig Deutsch, hangs there for proof
The man in the mirror, he came here for troops
Yea, came here for boots
Yea, came here to shoot

Tell gazette no specifics, my network logistic
Started on the corner, piss drunk aroma
Fuck a handout, now we spanned out
The pipeline's sublime, the over land routes
I don't care if you believe, you will bare to witness
This is God's work, I'm just a man in this
My lady gave me peace, my city gave me teeth
I gave 'em back double, respective to them each
I studied the art of war like I studied fighting
Like what if Ghengus Khan was reduced to Mike Tyson
Can't box me in, can't lock me in
Uh, the rulers back, so each fight we in
For the wins and the glory; chapters to the story
Gains over thrones, successors of territories
I'm the pill for the spill, blood fall from the mesh
I would never say I'm God; I'm God's word in the flesh

Written by:
Tauren Robinson El Bey

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