TheCesar - King Cesar lyrics

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TheCesar - King Cesar lyrics

I'm dropping bombs call me lord I got the heat in my zone I came to win the game like these rappers are gone Lyrical king, balling hard She wanna have a menage (ah) Im 'bout to get this money like if I was rapping with nas n***a your story is sad, but them n***as lying My n***a I got your back, book full of rhymes And I ain't' getting tired, homie I'm just getting started And I'm sick of hearing n***as complain, work your a** of like today was the last day Got my momma hearing me curse on a song My flow be going dumb, I'm kicking it with the Don Im making my mom proud, she be saying: that's my son Shake off the negative energy like a f**ing dog Making my name big like my name's Donald Trump (f** you) f** all the lame talking n***a I ain't joking when I say I gon' be on the top Cause to make it is not enough but to be on top of your list That number one spot They say this world is crazy, I know what I'm signing for Cause my bars are so unique and my voice represents me (goddamn) I got a lot to prove, I said this is the path I'm walking it in my own shoes I'm the light to my road, my n***a I'm speaking the truth Daddys little girl is a good good girl, as soon as he turn around the good girl gets loose Homie, that's how life is You never now a person until you see how they f**ing think The clock ain't never stopping so why should I stop I be going so deep and far I think I got lost Done Done, I'm not done, n***a we far from that It boost my energy when I see those crazy cars Family telling me to chill cause I been acting to aggressive Well, maybe I'm just working a little bit too aggressive But I'd rather doing that than being f**ing lazy Just facts no line, b**h is just hi and bye Straight rap, bars on bars Haters say "where's the talent" You'll see it in my car This a long race, but what does the runner get when the finish second place Number one represents: money, glory and fame Call me selfish, I don't give a f** b**hes know I share a lot, ask'em 'bout my co*k (word)