Jehmal Jones - King Lyrics

I'm on my marathon
I ain't on the funny shit that y'all be on
Use the pen and pad when I reveal my wrongs
Turn my lessons into testaments and write these songs

I was the kid struggling to find a way
Sometimes I feel the same to this f*cking day
My granny died boiii I swear that I ain't been the same
Accepting temporary loss for eternal gain

Perfecting the craft and I swear that the feeling unmatched
To keep it a stack I'm just y
Young, educated and black
A threat to hella niggas that's a fact

To keep it G
I just be the one willing to kick the facts

Team on my back
They be hungry I be starving
Fruits of the labor I be
Crafting in the garden
Any rapper f*cking with the clique
Gon be a problem
My niggas shoot deep
Step back, James Harden

I come for the kill and I never be taking a loss
I be invested and feeling the pressure I know what it cost
Burners in the field like Randy Moss
Since a youth had the juice
Now I'm grown with the sauce

I did some thangs
That they never thought
A brotha could do

Had em on freeze
2 degrees
At twenty two

What good is a dream
If you don't make that shit
Come true

You say that niggas sleeping on you
No, you sleeping on yo truth

That's them real facts
Run it back and feel that
Double and kill that
Tryna make a mill fast

I'm from where they teach you
Never trust the fast cash
I move the way I want to move
And you can cash that

Flex like a boss
Tell me what's the deal
I ain't gotta hit a lick
To prove to niggas I'm forreal

See me in the booth
On the court or in the field
Heart is full of hunger and I
Never miss a meal

When they see me I be chill
I be calmer than a lake
But if you ever disrespect me
That's the day you meet your fate

Let me feast on this plate
That's the lobster and the steak
Jay Pharoe with the dough
Jehmal Jones with the cake

Nah we straight