Troy Ave - Young King lyrics

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Troy Ave - Young King lyrics

[Hook:] New young king, I don't need a crown and y'all helped n***as ain't want to pay me, I pay myself The way I made it flip, they should call me Young Spatula I'm countin' money, draggin' first, call me Count Dracula I look and sound like my ten, I am not these bozo clowns If the shoe fits, then you hit, man down BSB that sound you were searchin' for and found You could thank me and God for this blessin' Constantly feedin' the streets, these other n***as can't compete You on a major label, I'm independent Have a seat, gettin' f**ed all in your cheeks I'm gettin' ninety-five percent off each You only gettin' fifteen, that's the difference I can match most of y'all wit' cars f**ed half of you n***as' main bros I spent three-fifty cash on a condo, that's large Why you mad? It's not my fault You rather dick-ride than to walk on your own two feet like a man Most of these rappers all be rat They actors, they should just act But enough about them, let's talk about me Let's talk in old facts, I barely sold mad crack I barely toked on gats, been a get-money n***a since scratch Uh-oh, uh-oh, oh-oh, no, no, no, oh There's blood-s**ers in my crown f** outta here, you think I don't know about you n***as? Smilin' in my face, I see the ho about you, n***a I'm a fun can of oil that you can't outslick It's a difference in showin' love and just ridin' my dick You bought my album, or you just know my radio hits? You see me stylin' and you just want to parlay in some flicks Man, you n***as be worse than these hoes and it's a shame My VIP section is closed to your fake chains and your fake watch Fake watch busters, look what we got Another n***a tryin' to be who he not Big cars and j**els, that's dope boy swag You ain't street, you a b**h-n***a dressin' in drag And it's sad, so sad how these junkies try to do you I put your a** somewhere, boy, where nobody knew you Don't forget, I'm the dealer, you are the user, but that's straight I'm a get back to my meal off this Hermes plate I'm almost at a mil, man, God is great all the time And I earned every dollar These other n***as lookin' for dick to ride or swallow And that ain't G sh**, this is BSB sh** Self-made and self-paid, get money 'til the grave [Hook:] New young king, I don't need a crown and y'all helped n***as ain't want to pay me, I pay myself The way I made it flip, they should call me Young Spatula I'm countin' money, draggin' first, call me Count Dracula

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