"The King" as written by Darryl Matthews Mcdaniels, Joseph Ward Simmons, Corey Brent Penn, Peter O. Phillips, Galt Macdermot, James Rado and Gerome Ragni....
Greetings to all, ay
Greetings to all, uh

Greetings to all
Here from the edge of a wall
Up on a ledge where I fall
Might be the way to make sense of it all
Certainly worked for the dog
I'm talkin' pet of my mama's mama, grandma-momma
Jumped for his life, lost it instead
Didn't like heights, I gotta guess
Liked starving to death even less (ay)
Living room was a badly-lit mess (ay)
On the inside of the room there's no breath (ay)
Part of me care what if I get it wrong
We never met, this is only a song
I heard the story, just once with my mom
She said the bottles you held didn't last very long
When you gave out, no one knew that you gone
Or knew that you couldn't bring food to the dog
Damn, look at that beast
Lickin', gnawin' and that made her cheeks utter deceased
Little white noise comin' out the TV
Warmin' up, blowin' the heat
Door to the balcony
Crack just enough to hear honkin' of horns in the street
Wonder how long little Fluffy just stood there and stared
No one would see that he jumpin' naive
Some families don't rise, they drop from the sky
Four little paws and a bark to the Gods
Born from the death of a queen in New York
Mama took that and fought with those odds
It's in the blood, Fluffy just jumped
To me he's always been a hero unsung
Mama jumped too like, "Fuck it, I'm here"
And I'ma jump too like, "Fuck it, let's go"
'Cause I don't really see no other clear road
It's just get there to grow to get old
Really can't rest, not takin' that risk
Fluffy done jumped, how am I gonna bitch?
Backflip the fuck off a cliff, lil' bitch
And for the foundation make a quick wish
Rtj, no fall from grace
Have a great day, get the bag and away, aye

There's never a test too major
No matter what time may bring
The world does the best to break us
Made us
Kings and queens

There's never a test too major
No matter what time may bring
The world does the best to break us
Made us
Kings and queens, kings and queens

Somethin' 'bout the feel of this beat
Makin' me think of Denise
That was my momma
Also to Lenny and Shonda
But we heard 'bout Betty and that story heavy, yeah
But right now the focus is Five-Finger Freddy
Who worked for Big Eddy
Who drove in a Chevy
The color spaghetti and he sold the medicine lettuce
It's actually weed, ah
I know you actually know, 'cause
You ain't no actual hoe, uh
I had to be about nine at the time
This had to be '84, so
Momma was pretty and Freddy was petty
So he played my mom like a lame
But he did not know that Denise was a beast
She flipped on his ass insane
A stick and a stab, a stick and a stab
He couldn't get a hold of her hand
A stick and a stab, a stick and a stab
My momma was whoopin' her man
Fuckboy Freddy wasn't ready
Playin' with Denis 'bout fetti
Got left bloody and messy
Learned my lesson
And my lesson was, be impeccable with your word
Even dope boys on the curb
You a king, say what you mean, then mean your word
Or you might get fucked up, left out
Leakin' like Freddy on the side of a curb
With a blood-stained hand
Momma still fit my clothes
Told me stand like a man
And never fold for these hoes, look

There's never a test too major
No matter what time may bring
The world does the best to break us
Made us
Kings and queens

There's never a test too major
No matter what time may bring
The world does the best to break us
Made us
Kings and queens, kings and queens

The world does the best to break us
Made us
Kings and queens, kings and queens


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"Kings & Queens" as written by Michael Render Joshua Paul Davis

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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