More Than a King

Lyrics "More Than a King"

(Intro) 
An honest man often grows cruel 
When converted into an absolute prince 
Born from power, a bitter from fear 
The madness, the treachery 
The strong mixture of troubles 
It is a man's own mind 
Not his enemy a fool that lures him to evil ways 
More than a man, more than a king 
More like God! 

(Bridge) 
I feel like like 
More than a king, more than a king, more like God 
It's more than a city, more than a village where we are 
Feels so good to you man 
Everything's so super fly 

(Verse) 
Uh, I don't need no cake 
Coming in high just to beat yo grace 
Wait, everybody sound so reckless 
King me, these niggas playin checkers 
Me? A nigga stay chest to chest 
Let somebody else check the check 
In my city protect yo neck 
It's more than a method man and you get up 
The man of the hour, sold-out shows for someone out 
Ridin round with this gold hangin on my chest like al 
Whole team winnin, OG hit a homerun, we chillin 
We don't talk much til you free, seen niggas 
It's showtime, check yo feet feet nigga 
I'm seeing ADHD, seeing everything clear through my red eyes 
Runnin these streets past, will get it right when you see a nigga zoom by 
Zoom out, you're standing way too close 
Groupie boy worse than a new ho 
Cold heart growin, need a new coat 
Too high, tryna find my new low 

(Interlude) 
To me a moving nature 
Crosses the line into the relation to other men 
A burn appetite and desire 
Becomes lust and passion 
The dominion that lands to hell over nature 
He also seeks to have his brothers 
So closely remind of his own proper beginning 
And crossing on gods 
Only God is to have dominion over all 

(Verse) 
Uh, so I just sit back and laugh at em 
Blowin kush and success my bad habit 
Sacrifices of mine, take a stab at em 
Feelin ain't no man like me since Adams 
Ask leaders, actors it's half Aston 
I'm a active, addict but I action 
Racks in, racks out, girl keep flashin 
Fact is, little life that you niggas fashion 
Hard to ball when ain't one to pass it 
In the past but I was way too passionate 
Way too much drive, almost crashin 
To the casket, *** that to the ashes 
Uh, 31 nigga, off so much style, know you heard my nigga 
Uh, what's the word my nigga 
Been drunk since November my nigga uh 
Yea, tell a bitch kick the feet out 
Anything she left, left me like regal 
Lit em on fire, take take em all down 
Pull out the shots and take it like pow 
Faded off my own strand 
Better pull to the side, this is my own lane 
Speedin over nigga, hittin corners in a maze 
I can see where we going, hope the signs gon change 

More than a king, more than a king, more like God 
More than a king, more than a king, more like God 
More than a king, more than a king, more like God

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