Always thought I might say something with a meaning
But when you start to grow up all decisions look deceiving
All those nights are left forgotten
Days spent wondering about this evening
Being a leader in this region
I'm the captain in this legion
Hold up
Vanity I started with a reason
Treated money like a woman
Had it cumming had it leaving
Went from prince to a king
Ask Larry ask Steven
From a rock to a ring
F*ck the doubters not believing
This is Kingstyle, TM
Niggas wanna be him
Pay up just to see him
All my homies
Free them'
Who the niggas
We them
If they loyal
Keep them
Pass out in the morning
Wake up in the PM
Keep the cash stash
Like a backpack got straps
Keep fat stack on the left side
Pocket in the back
Keep an iPhone, newest version
Keep a hot girl, no reversin'
Keep a track record that ain't hurting
But it follows me through all of my verses
Keep a mean whip
F*ck it I need like 3 whips
All these German horses
This ain't nothing to compete with
She a dancer I bet she free splits
Sixty-nine or ninety-six
Used to only drive automatic
Till I taught a bitch how to ride stick
She hold the shaft, control...
This shit ain't new to me
This shit never used to be music
It's like I was losing me
JP, he wanna feat
He wanted Vanity
I give him Vanity
Better, I had to be
Killin these tracks
Separating the wannabes
From those who gotta be
Just to show them how they gotta be
Better that younger me
Shit changed
My mind straight figures
Twenty fourteen made niggas
Twenty sixteen six figures
Twenty eighteen stage winner
Twenty twenty big nigga
But if I can rap and still keep making stacks
I wouldn't deal another car
Dawg I swear to you niggas
Hearing you niggas
I went quiet, don't think that I'm scared of you niggas
I don't pull the trigger
I'm not the type to hype and call up all of my niggas
But one of my niggas
He is the type to fight and cap all of you niggas
I'm the type to write and board the flight
Overseas for the night to watch a fight, and yea
For reals
Driving around with the wheels
Three letters you know what I mean
And I'm mean
What I mean is I don't need a meal
Boy I'm hungry what I need is a feast
I'm a beast
KingStyle in my dope ride
Where I keep a bad bitch on the right side
No bad bitch, I go solo
Only stuck around like a promo
Got me gassed up
No Domo
Like to video tape
That's Go Pro
Like to watch it later like game footage
That shit leak
Probably get paid for it
Put respect on my name
Pay homage
I put my city on
And got paid for it
This local status
I get laid for it
This lifestyle
I was made for it
Darian King - Calm (Deluxe) Lyrics
Darian King - Calm (Deluxe) Lyrics
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Always thought I might say something with a meaning
But when you start to grow up all decisions look deceiving
All those nights are left forgotten
Days spent wondering about this evening
Being a leader in this region
I'm the captain in this legion
Hold up
Vanity I started with a reason
Treated money like a woman
Had it cumming had it leaving
Went from prince to a king
Ask Larry ask Steven
From a rock to a ring
F*ck the doubters not believing
This is Kingstyle, TM
Niggas wanna be him
Pay up just to see him
All my homies
Free them'
Who the niggas
We them
If they loyal
Keep them
Pass out in the morning
Wake up in the PM
Keep the cash stash
Like a backpack got straps
Keep fat stack on the left side
Pocket in the back
Keep an iPhone, newest version
Keep a hot girl, no reversin'
Keep a track record that ain't hurting
But it follows me through all of my verses
Keep a mean whip
F*ck it I need like 3 whips
All these German horses
This ain't nothing to compete with
She a dancer I bet she free splits
Sixty-nine or ninety-six
Used to only drive automatic
Till I taught a bitch how to ride stick
She hold the shaft, control...
This shit ain't new to me
This shit never used to be music
It's like I was losing me
JP, he wanna feat
He wanted Vanity
I give him Vanity
Better, I had to be
Killin these tracks
Separating the wannabes
From those who gotta be
Just to show them how they gotta be
Better that younger me
Shit changed
My mind straight figures
Twenty fourteen made niggas
Twenty sixteen six figures
Twenty eighteen stage winner
Twenty twenty big nigga
But if I can rap and still keep making stacks
I wouldn't deal another car
Dawg I swear to you niggas
Hearing you niggas
I went quiet, don't think that I'm scared of you niggas
I don't pull the trigger
I'm not the type to hype and call up all of my niggas
But one of my niggas
He is the type to fight and cap all of you niggas
I'm the type to write and board the flight
Overseas for the night to watch a fight, and yea
For reals
Driving around with the wheels
Three letters you know what I mean
And I'm mean
What I mean is I don't need a meal
Boy I'm hungry what I need is a feast
I'm a beast
KingStyle in my dope ride
Where I keep a bad bitch on the right side
No bad bitch, I go solo
Only stuck around like a promo
Got me gassed up
No Domo
Like to video tape
That's Go Pro
Like to watch it later like game footage
That shit leak
Probably get paid for it
Put respect on my name
Pay homage
I put my city on
And got paid for it
This local status
I get laid for it
This lifestyle
I was made for it
But when you start to grow up all decisions look deceiving
All those nights are left forgotten
Days spent wondering about this evening
Being a leader in this region
I'm the captain in this legion
Hold up
Vanity I started with a reason
Treated money like a woman
Had it cumming had it leaving
Went from prince to a king
Ask Larry ask Steven
From a rock to a ring
F*ck the doubters not believing
This is Kingstyle, TM
Niggas wanna be him
Pay up just to see him
All my homies
Free them'
Who the niggas
We them
If they loyal
Keep them
Pass out in the morning
Wake up in the PM
Keep the cash stash
Like a backpack got straps
Keep fat stack on the left side
Pocket in the back
Keep an iPhone, newest version
Keep a hot girl, no reversin'
Keep a track record that ain't hurting
But it follows me through all of my verses
Keep a mean whip
F*ck it I need like 3 whips
All these German horses
This ain't nothing to compete with
She a dancer I bet she free splits
Sixty-nine or ninety-six
Used to only drive automatic
Till I taught a bitch how to ride stick
She hold the shaft, control...
This shit ain't new to me
This shit never used to be music
It's like I was losing me
JP, he wanna feat
He wanted Vanity
I give him Vanity
Better, I had to be
Killin these tracks
Separating the wannabes
From those who gotta be
Just to show them how they gotta be
Better that younger me
Shit changed
My mind straight figures
Twenty fourteen made niggas
Twenty sixteen six figures
Twenty eighteen stage winner
Twenty twenty big nigga
But if I can rap and still keep making stacks
I wouldn't deal another car
Dawg I swear to you niggas
Hearing you niggas
I went quiet, don't think that I'm scared of you niggas
I don't pull the trigger
I'm not the type to hype and call up all of my niggas
But one of my niggas
He is the type to fight and cap all of you niggas
I'm the type to write and board the flight
Overseas for the night to watch a fight, and yea
For reals
Driving around with the wheels
Three letters you know what I mean
And I'm mean
What I mean is I don't need a meal
Boy I'm hungry what I need is a feast
I'm a beast
KingStyle in my dope ride
Where I keep a bad bitch on the right side
No bad bitch, I go solo
Only stuck around like a promo
Got me gassed up
No Domo
Like to video tape
That's Go Pro
Like to watch it later like game footage
That shit leak
Probably get paid for it
Put respect on my name
Pay homage
I put my city on
And got paid for it
This local status
I get laid for it
This lifestyle
I was made for it
Writer: Darian King
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