The way some of US manuever
I risk catching Fed and State cases
just to live big and travel to great places
slide through in the latest shit
sittin' on Forges jammin' Nas greatest hits
nearby is where the glock dwell
shots sail through the air with the intentions of leaving enemies not well
but I rather drink cocktails
while watching the sunset with my back leaned against the yacht's rail
I'm a natural King
ya'll speak that street shit but Im the actual thing
known to have factual flings with casual Queens
who live in spots like Cape Carnaveral Springs
type of Chicks who burn clutches in sport cars
and do shit like sip whine in fancy resort spa's
from the Projects to the top of the Globe
i unlock and unload
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