American dream I'm just participating, my participation is game Aiyo I'm fresh out the gate, from the Lou with a Grammy in my rezzie Nelly bought me a prezzie with a diamond
fortune Why can't you live this? All day hands on bitches With financial ventures, enhance the riches Gotta hold the cake, my grand moms had dreams
on Where the Kings crowned like the grill a Maserati?s on Candy coated parked, doors ajar, on a stripper blew a fuse and caught a body on Cocaine storaging Liva living dreams
nose clean is my neighbourhood just a smoke screen I think Im in the (?) I see lo green sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings (no kings, no kings
get the money, then I get the power Joey crack twist the caps, enemies I devour Yo, it's only a dream 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's Lying penance with diamonds
diamonds and pearls If I ruled the world, baby I ruled the world I'd love all the girls, yes, you, you, you Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds, black diamonds
who's gonna make sure that he's fed, put a shirt on his back and a roof overhead? Tell me who's gonna dream the impossible dream of the beautiful cities
i realised i was the king of the rhyme I got on the microphone and what do you see huh! The rest was my legacy I was born to be the king of the be bop
still I'm tryin to reach the pearly gates Fuck with my family I will separate your vertebrae That girl was last night I think I'm taking her today Im havin bad dreams
In whatever shape or form Baby girl gotta put me on (Mad Child) It's been ten years runnin' and you still look stunnin' One in a million, Diamond, you
we caught Jum broads became strippers when they used to be Queens A lot of us became sleepwalkers followin' dreams Solomon Kings, that's why we like diamonds
street bullies for cheddar, and that's our word Pop bottles and spend money on chicks with curves We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees
Pt. II: (singer) Daddy Rose ] (Tell me where, have I seen you somewhere before) Maccabean empire, Masada beloved (Was it in a dream?, When an angel closed
with televisions in em Watch they entourage turn yours to just mirages Disappearing acts, strictly nines and macs Killers be serial, Copperfield material My dreams
your dreams can you see what we see Now lend me your ear, listen closely I wear these jewels like a rosary This is how the rap game is supposed to be One king
to hold your hand Just to kiss your lips And feel ya body on mine I could be ya king You could be my queen Get down on my knees with a diamond ring I
a thousand grams easy to remember A kilo is a thousand but did you remember Once you touch a kilogram that weight ll make music K.I.L.O THE KING sayin
and fortune Why can't you live this? all day hands on bitches With financial ventures, enhance the riches Gotta hold the cake, my grandmoms had dreams