[Ver1:]
(Lord of the Sad and Lonely)
Won't you tell me who is; the supreme leader
Still underused, like I'm not a human heater
Move and groove, make the bitch linger
Want more than the dick, gold on the ring finger
Not the one to play dumb, see I'm from Cleveland bitch
I'm up in the hills still keep it way triller than most
Wanna relax, someone tell me how that feels
I say that now until I go an pop this pill
I say out loud 'you wanna let me cop a feel?'
Now I don't pray out loud but I know my god heals
Bounce with me If you dont give a fuck simply
Fed up won't let up on the overtime
The more I work, the more they wanna sweat mine
I can feel those lames they love to speak my name
Sometimes dreams of breakin niggas whole faces
In front of the precinct, ain't scared of catchin' cases
Sky might fall, but I ain't worried at all
Got me some xannies and a couple adderall
Plus these racks we distribute at the mall
With the spirit of god and some Gandalf balls, yahm!
Lord of the sad and lonely
And the ones that feel like shit on the daily
Dont let these phony niggas and hoes
Be the ones that bring you low
Let it be from the fatigue from making a pussy bleed
All of the things I've seen and survived
Make a nigga feel way more than just alive
You know my name you know my face
All hail King Wizard in your motherfucking space
You love it.
[Hook:]
Yep, yep, yep
Lord of the sad and lonely
Yep, yep, yep
Lord of the sad and lonely
And the ones that feel like shit on the daily
I got you.
[Verse 2:]
Now I can show you how to make it, no Domingo Dean
In a way in which this universe has never seen
I feel the attention when I'm struttin' in my Prada boots
Check with my fresh, if you want I can style you
So unearthly, my profession is to wow you
Nigga how you not better than me? Listen I swear to Jesus
I feel like Baby back in 99
In the SLS stunting and it's all mine
Shitting on these nigga sipping on some Swiss Kriss
I got jewelry that is sitting on ma' slit wrist
My label fucking up my flow, see I'm getting pissed
Work too damn hard fam, for the shenanigans
Don't hang around bums, and that's how I win, fe fi fo fum
Haters, how do my cum taste? No more fun, no jokes, no smile
Just a grin that suggest I'm the best
Living like I got a motherfucking pump on my left at all times
So many kids live their life through my rhymes
See I'm in love with you all 'til the end
When shit was dark for me you were my only friends
On the realer, so smoke some tree for your nigga
Ain't nobody got my bounce, know my juicy ounce
Walk in rooms and fuckboys close their mouth
The Cud life, you know what we about.
Lord of the Sad and Lonely.
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