The Sun King
Got the Mac I ain’t talking ‘bout the strap or the piece
I’m talking smooth King strolling down the street
My presence is a treat no trick on the mix
I like to be home by 6, sunrise or sunset

Jimmy Carter
My shoes cost more than you sold your angle
My joints canoe but make my grin crack and huevos dangle
Smoking Daniel with the Chris I am a fallen angel
Get the gas from crabs out the shells; memory tangled

Maxx 39
Triple guess myself destroyed my boyish help receiver now I’m just annoyed to points of melting past the choices, keep up
Stereo type my anger into a renaissance
Specials bonds with impeccable detriment solvers lending prongs

The Sun King
5 G’s on at the high school prom
Kayla rocked with the Sun wish we had the chance to chop
But it’s okay still shine on the top
Fall in love with every beautiful vibration to drop

Jimmy Carter
Grab the mop, we all ire
North American sculpted, bout to clean my dishes with some ivory
Sike b - highly unlikely but you can find me high, unlike these Reggie smoking cornball hypebeasts
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Shake the dice please
I like 3s
Everything just balance out with my mathematical schemes
My team is mad mean and unseen
You can hear the voices of your own conscience and ego when the balance is beamed

The Sun King
Allow the evergreen to be keen
Vaporize smoke the shit but rarely pass between
Allow my selfishness to get me going
When the Empire flowing, know you better come out by sunset

Jimmy Carter
I don’t snitch about my status - glitz glamor no homie or bitch rather a phony or a prick shattered to bits
With some chit chatter, you Cardi B-Offset awkward
Under the alter while my mind altered, I’m faltered

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I had fun trying to somersault ya
Nonviolent but when some assault ya come through with the run-in call up
Back again with the crooked knee lift
Never puff pass, I hit the jawn 5 times on some Booker T shit
Peace bitch

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