Luck-One – Servant II the King Lyrics

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Yeah!
Guess he is from North East
You can check the crowd streets
You don’t know stay the’
Let them know it’s all peace,

Let them know we ain’t them
Rappers is bragging about our poverty
My former life was hectic, except that it built’
They’re probably dropping, I’m proud of’
But as your John gotti, your as emo
Just pay attention how I pick the tracks and ride the rhythm
My financial statements looking like I own the private prison
Huh, they’re quiet confused when conscious speak of wealthy
But that’s why I don’t play the game, cause I can kill the beef myself!
That’s word to Steve, I can just make you believe
We were all study intact, they was on hustle and kids and
Give it to’ and it was never elected’
I gotta get it for the homies of a life
That it never feared to get to get it to the streets
And it sent us for the beef
Tell them I do not’ with men
My anger is only reserved for my foes
They’re talking on us on top of their chins
The city singing my song, and they’re gone!

Hook:
Well, I’m a servant, flow is so observing
Never seen another from the city half as firm, man!
You gotta pay attention to the way you wish you were
It’s time to sign a deal now, cause baby I deserve it!
Tell them I’m the servant, servant, servant to the king
I’m the servant, servant, servant to the king
And my robes is made of goretex
It ain’t a thing, I’m still the king of the North West
Bring it to your door steps!

Yeah, hey yo, they’re rapping about the city like it’s gang land
They’re kicking verses where they’re boasting, had them moving racks
You got a chopper in your car and let it bang
But the way you make it aim shows your terrified to shoot the cops
It’s just explosis when I ride, forget the rap burner!
You couldn’t hang if you was Mad Turner
Don’t need a ‘ need to put a hole in your body
I rode with a bunch of socialists militants and Jihadist’
Knees are up right, back on my sluts now
Lucky got it uptight, how I hold the block down
And keep it’ they can never call it whack
Yeah, they put it on the hood, but I put it on the map.
Ain’t nobody on my city ever shine like, who? Kill it conscious,
And I guess that I’m the rapper that you try to imitate your rhyme like
How obnoxious, so I gotta let them know
I’m a different ‘ move at a different speed
‘we get at the same ‘ wish you can from a different’

Hook:
Well, I’m a servant, flow is so observing
Never seen another from the city half as firm, man!
You gotta pay attention to the way you wish you were
It’s time to sign a deal now, cause baby I deserve it!
Tell them I’m the servant, servant, servant to the king
I’m the servant, servant, servant to the king
And my robes is made of goretex
It ain’t a thing, I’m still the king of the North West
Bring it to your door steps!

Uh, if you’re talking about selling dope or your records
And you ain’t really did it!
You’re corny, but look
If you’re talking about selling dope on your records
And you really do it
You’re corny, yeah, aha!

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