The North Virus - Kingdom II lyrics

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The North Virus - Kingdom II lyrics

[Intro] (Rowjay speaks) [Verse 1] (Yep-Yep, Okay) Chilling on my throne like where's my meal n***a (Yep-Yep, Okay) Won't stop rapping 'til I get 40 mil n***a (Yep-Yep, Okay) Told you before, I only rock with the real n***a (Yep-Yep, Okay) Lazy mu'f**as still tryna get a deal With they fake a** chains, fake a** frames These n***as ain't even ashamed They'd rather jack another n***a's fame Than staying in their lane Putting work, representing for their gang Oh, what a shame Oh, what a shame This dirty game, got 'em going insane Selling they soul just to get that quick change When we all know that theres no such thing As making it without going through pain I'm just saying man I am just saying Keep yo' eyes on that mullah They say fame don't last forever When you leave, you can't bring that with ya f** the past, it's all about the future We all got goals and aspirations We all want the gold and clear out those missions No matter where you go they'll always hate ya No matter what you do they'll always gon' diss ya Focus on you, and the peeps who's down with ya Focus on you and stay away from the drama No matter where you go they'll always hate on ya No matter what you do they'll always gon' diss ya Focus on you, and the peeps who's down with ya Go' ahead and be great, tell em I sent ya [Interlude] (Rowjay speaks again) [Verse 2] MTL on the motherf**ing map n***a (Yep-Yep Okay) Been a long time coming, 'bout time we get our shine n***a (Yep-Yep Okay) I was dreaming 'bout this, since I was sixteen n***a (Yep-Yep Okay) I was bumping this sample when I was seventeen Now I'm rapping on it, snapping on it Cause this is the sound of my youth Bet they can't understand it Made my own standards Black Clark Kent just stepped in the booth My flow is nastier than ebola Love my chick when she's not bipolar Don't pop models, I pop 'em collars You don't pop bottles, you sipping cola Aaaaaah...i'm still stacking that mullah Never chasing 'em dames Sharing the throne with my lova Laughing at all y'all lames Old friends tryna' holla Told 'em stay in ya lane Cause when a n***a was struggling Y'all was steady ignoring the mayn, like (Yep-yep okay) "n***a you never gon' make it" I was like (Yep-Yep Okay) "This rap thing my n***a forget it" And I was like (Yep-Yep, Okay) "In 5 years n***a u gon regret it" And I was like (Yep-Yep, Okay) Took a cab, and you were the one driving it Argh! [Outro] (Rowjay speaks)