Becoming King Lyrics

If I could do one think in this world
It would be to at least inspire one person
Because it's not about how bad you want something
How bad you want something it's meaningless, it's pointless
If how bad you're willing to work for the thing you want

Isn't ten times as intense as how bad you want it
I can't sell you desire, I can't bottle up passion
And give it to you in the form of some magic potion
The only thing that can quench hunger is more hunger
And every trial, every tribulation, everything you go through
Is necessary in life
Because it's the lessons that you get from those things that most people
Can't and will not endure
Embrace it, I urge you all to embrace it
Because it's the one thing that will allow you to become king

I just copped a Chevy, that bitch like sweet potato pie
Don't believe them haters' lies, I'm stepping like '
Made a baby boy I got it covered like a radar eye
Call my peace, they known to carry beef like a Jamaican spot
I'm sick of discussing because I'm thinking this shit ain't spit as quick as it's coming
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I tell 'em niggas get ready they about to witness the ugliest shit
Third on my name ain't deplorable, bitch I'm co-signed to go my first album
I flip on my haters, did they fuck it? I just go dumb like they saying in the bay
Bumping E40, three shorties in my 750, I'm 730, that's 20 left but no 20's only
Get your head right but get some money on it
Say, I play secretary, get the paper, little nigga bought AI, may I?
Bring a hoe down, don't pay her, play her, from the motherfucking Himalaya, ok?
Kill every rapper I see, it's a wrap
When I catch 'em, I'm wrapping my hands around their neck
As they chocking I'm rapping the classic
They wrapping like candy that's wrapped in that plastic
I'm rapping Jurassic bars, classic cars
Bad ass bitches and nasty broads
Ratchet hoes to keep the ration low
You know how I handle it 'bout to have me go, nigga
My haters love me, I built them niggas
I fought with lions and killed them niggas
You ask for joy, I ask for pain
You love the sun, I beg for rain
Can't take my passion, can' turn me from my dreams
They left me with nothing, I still done my thing
Pussy niggas, one more thing
This what it takes when you become a king