Brother Ali - 4th King lyrics

[Intro] sh**, you know a new hot beat come out and everybody gotta jump on the bandwagon on that trendy sh** and rock on it Ya ain't got this beat, though! Shout out Jake One! Uh! [Verse] Y'all see trends and pretend I'm a veteran which means I'm pre-trend Hand grown beats, sweetened, weakened, and watered down I lead men, never follow clowns Most time my soul speaks, then I jot it down Therefore, most weekends I'm out of town First cla** seat, feet seldom on the ground 'Less I'm in the V, she got her pedal to the ground I do not friend and de-friend, I'm all around Keep them 'till the end, go every round Now, got a couple dead homies but no ex-homies Once I give my word by that I'm bound Racks on racks is in my hands, my cash is in advance I don't just put it all in my raps, it's in my pants or Tucked under the mattress or in the bank I ain't telling y'all exactly, I'm more savvy than you think I walked around with gats and carried a little shank Cause the world treat me bad and I couldn't afford a shrink sh** was rough, I scribbled it in my books They say you must be independent cause your image s**s They say necessity's a b**h Or the mother of all inventions, you take your pick Either way I ain't afraid to take a risk So that's the one I made my babies with They saying light skin is in style, dark skin is in style How come white folks always in style though? Huh You can check the file but you know what's never in style? Fat m**m rapping albinos, uh, yeah I know I only love her if she in the struggle I can't relate to a woman who's never been through nothing High, saddity, privileged and soft They pretty but they always say something to piss me off My heart's forever with the underdog Who got nothing to give except for love accord You should listen to this when you're occupying ? frontlining Even if you don't join us in the Ramadan Starving the one thing we all got in common That's why I'm not styling on 'em Righteous dude in a Maybach I'm Stalley on 'em More like a four-door Honda on 'em Put my baby mama through college on 'em Off a type of rhyming they find inspiring I'm not a boss on a yacht, I'm Basquiat Before I finish the rhyme, you start rewinding Cause everything that drops out my mind's a diamond I'm only rocking the bling that's in my chin Diamonds and gin, to shining from within That's some sh** the poor people say Maybe so but it's true for me either way You can ask your man Hov if I'm blinging He gotta admit it (Uh, it's just different) The best verse on a song I ain't even on It's either now, 4th king, never steer you wrong Reporting live, A-L-I, your brother Mourning in America, dreaming in color