Yoh
It’s Col
King is the title
Yessir big vibe boy no cap
You know the vibes
25 stitches me in my binges
minding my business I seen that shit
It’s real
11 on my neck 6 on my lip
And 8 on my cheek, this is sick, Yeah it’s real
Mouth wide open my darling
Casual to the doctors but I’m not enough to hold yah
The bleeding isn’t stopping till I get more money, I will never see an altar, Yeah it’s real
All the time I’m smoking weed for the higher me
I been trading all the bitchies for a higher fee
Common sensing on you niggas Trying to pay the fee
Halloweening I’m not stressing I’m just wearing me
Please
On my God, I’m a descendant
If Jesus was a sinner we would never be repented, that’s a fare point
For the fathers who admire me, I am sorry I didn’t manage to make you proud of me
Yeah its real
Counting on my money at my rendezvous, wonderful
I’m the missionary tell em I am high of course
Pissed them off, xenophobia is a south force
Divided and we conquer that’s a lie ofcourse
Fighting 10 niggas this Jozi is shit
That’s a lot of kids throwing a lot of shit
That’s a lot to see
I wonder how they got me but If I catch them slipping I will never leave them walking, yeah it’s kill
25 stitches me in my binges
minding my business I seen that shit
It’s real
11 on my neck 6 on my lip
And 8 on my cheek, this is sick, Yeah it’s real
Mouth wide open my darling
Casual to the doctors but I’m not enough to hold yah
The bleeding isn’t stopping till I get more money, I will never see an altar, Yeah it’s real
Call my niggas arrogant I’m an element
Enhancing God scent I am elegant the favourite
I’m Heaven sent
Revenge is the best medicine I handle it
That’s a different type of owning my inheritance
To hell with it
My mission isn’t copied so it’s effortless
There is evidence
Mind of a king I’m not safe with this
I flex with this
Everybody making me a villain when I leveled up
I’m the sacrifice that never died, that’s enough
Ini mini minie more who you billing more
7 digits I been feeling like an enemy of foe
Whatchu selling for
Damaged I’m a killing Col
Tap into my shoes I’m a savored soul
Watch me call it poor
Wishing for a speed of life till I’m doing tours
After 25 years It’s my time to be at war
Business man up to the core, I’m spitting so raw
Flexing with my million dollar record is all I’m aiming for
25 stitches me in my binges
minding my business I seen that shit
It’s real
11 on my neck 6 on my lip
And 8 on my cheek, this is sick, Yeah it’s real
Mouth wide open my darling
Casual to the doctors but I’m not enough to hold yah
The bleeding isn’t stopping till I get more money, I will never see an altar, Yeah it’s real
