ProphetDaKing - Pave A Way

Look, dog I'm really trying to pave a way
I got people that's depending on me, hell nah I can't take a break
I got gang with me, fuck with 'em the K a spray
Then we ain't gon' speak it on it nah, just like Vegas stays
I ain't ever ask to be like this, I was made this way
If he want it I'm taxing him, tell that pussy boy pay to play
Your bitch been fuckin' with me, she wants to reenact 50 Shades of Grey, shit
Probably cause a youngin' cut up, just like razor blades
The water on me could make a lake, still remember no place to stay
Shit, I remember I was scraping plates, now I'm going from state to state
Eating good, it's plates of steak
Yeah it's safe to say that a youngin' done really raised the stakes
Exotic packs, the good gas, it be looking like I got sprayed with mace
Play with flour, not baking cakes, get in the way of that paper chase
We a cook your ass like Shake 'N Bake
Dog if you on that fuck shit, boy stay away, I ain't really got no time for it
Trying to cop me like 9 foreigns, I love my brothers I'd die for 'em
But I'm knowing ain't no love in this shit, got a pistol grip pump threw slugs in the bitch
Pull up on me son I'm dumping it quick, how dumb could you get?
Yeah you got a gun, but you could get killed with it
He be talking about when's the last time that I popped shots
Yeah it's been a minute but I'm still with it, right
(Bitch it's been a minute but I'm still with it, right)
(Man I talk my shit every fucking time I come on here, look)
Look, ain't no controlling me, pockets round but you ain't rolling me
These by my sons tell 'em go to sleep
Lil' homie wants to hold the heat, then he best be ready to blow the heat
I be trying to stay so discreet but everywhere I go they notice me
I'm with a bad bitch and I'm loving the head, but really really I'm in love with the bread
That boy broke he got bugs in his bed, just rolled a wood I stuffed it with meds
I play my part like a violin, riding with bro inside a benz
If we miss him once we a fire again, if we miss him once we a slide again
That bitch quick to take off her top, she a convertible
If the bitch sucking me with slop I might slide in her cervical
Chasing bands I'm talking gwaup, my money got vertical
Got a steady hand when I hold the chop, yea, precision be surgical
I'm counting money I'm eating good, boy what you gon' do about it?
That lil' gang you be throwing up, boy who you gon' shoot about it?
Your guy a plug but he an easy lick yea, I got the scoop about it
We a plot on him and snake him quick, dip and leave no proof about it
Yellin' free King Bless until he fucking free, it's a bad move trying to fuck with me
Under my belt where the thumper be, bitch say it poke her when she hugging me
Motherfuckers still be mugging me, but that's all they gon' do really
They want me dead but refuse to kill me, damn these motherfuckers moving silly

Written by:
Taj Soros

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