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lirik lagu august graves - the king's address

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[verse]
behold the throne amongst the nola clones
phone would light up if i lose the tone, so i told ‘em no
don’t want yo’ ‘migos, i’m a huncho, i can hold my own
n~ggas pr~ne to take off on the plug like they’re comatose
the way i shoot, the magazine will make you hold a pose
blow for blow, n~ggas 0 for 0 because they’re staying home
throwing posts, and talking out they neck, they’ve been blowin’ smoke
tube against the throat, just a job that i’d hate to blow
cops patrol, another body found out on an open road
wouldn’t know ~ my job would send you home if you wore open toe
rosy zone, where they choke you blue and toss dirt over bones
it’s been known that when you need the dough, you gon’ make some scones
these n~ggas green, but smoking me? they’d be rollin’ stone
dropping dope, i unload the pack, they come back for mo’
fire sh~t, always steady dropping, like there’s crohn’s below
stank face when this hits the air waves like old cologne
an android like janelle monae, n~ggas apple phones
the way they lose their charge like shaking chaperones
make my way through catacombs and battle zones, you’re prolly thrown
how i can write a master passage just to switch the tactic next to chappel roan
been left alone too long to write my wrongs
’cause now i’m splitting hairs with those dare to claim their blunt instruments rip through domes

[verse 2]
top of the morning to n~ggas that think they’re jordan when recording
i’ve got something important to tell you, i don’t know ‘bout the dreams that they sell you
but it doesn’t help when the spells of the night tend to disintegrate in the morning
here’s a metaphor to support it: i’m courting the game, while you f~ck to abort it
if this were a sport, the score’s on the board and you’re out there collecting endors~m~nts
but you’ve got no strength since you have no foundation, this game is a house full of orphans
we’re making the theme songs that boost the endorphins of n~ggas who work eight to four
with a plate full of chores at the crib, or a couple of kids, and they wish they were with us while tourin’
we got ‘em pourin’ out pockets and mezzanines just to see n~ggas reportin’
on the life that’s deceptively foreign, though we both wake up droolin’ and snorin’
the difference is interest in how i’ve been livin’ ~ the pivot’s too big to ignore it
from pinterest to picking the fits ‘cause the linen’s exquisite and i can afford it
just a flip of the quarter, i’m knicking some water and forces are drafting the warrant
thank god i surpassed my surroundings ~ the chances were slim, consequences enormous
i was proofing my verses in courses ‘bout c~plus~plus programs and code polymorphic
i’m stacking the syllables heavy, the flow’s reminiscent of old school folarin
the internet’s warring ~ tryna pick who’s the best between who’s got the fortune
and whose got the penchant for concepts with stories and elite forms of lyric contortion?
some feigning intelligence just ‘cuz they used to playback a lil’ biggie or lauryn
the others are showing out as if their favorites gon’ see them and sh~ll out a portion
i know n~ggas ready to die, i can tell from the skit at the end of his warning
i put a red dot on your head, kind of funny cuz i just assumed that y’all mormon:
you’re christian in principle, yet you lack discipline needed to go and explore it
you move like a tourist, sound like a resident, and speak like you work at an auction
proceed with caution, they’ll knock you off just to give a lil’ n~gga some options
they talk sh~t regardless, but once they get flushed, they gon’ dump a lil’ dirt on your coffin
the price on my head is expensive, collect it and send all your mothers in mourning
you want a lil’ glory, now pops tells your story in tears while in talks with the florist
the mystery’s frozen, the precinct was given no way to move forward
a line at a time sends your friends to the sky and i trust that the good lord’ll sort ‘em
could’ve gone into forms of extortion, but i’m still ahead of my prime
to the rest of the tribe who have me on their mind, be reminded your sky’s turning orange


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