King Space - Lord lyrics

[Verse 1] Blogs ain't support record this with no backing I put my foot through the door like f** it I dare you stop me Got that silk on boxers like n***a hop off my dick I mean it's blatten I fathered you, n***a that a nuttin Yeah I came in aggressive that pa**ive sh** ain't work 'til girl started dropping that a** for that Nuvo fix And n***a flexing his rent money you ain't it Only time your burning through green When you light that spliff I'm That Bronx kid wanna run for NEW YORK mayor globe trotter Ratchet b**hes, trappin it ain't fair Cause I never moved keys but fans turning into feins how I'm serving up dope Your calling it Trap P's [Trapeze], I call it that foreign currency Haters don't worry me, while I watch my girls do the diplo Ass to the floor in the clubs lights off major lazer while I'm yelling illmind can we make these b**hes clap some How did you figure that the bands won't make you dance Constable on lock we got you in a trance, Dance floor packed do with it with no hands I thought I told you we gone make it how we can Throw your hands up high for the man Jump up In this b**h kicks straight from japan Grab the mother f**ing mic drops jams for the fans n***a f** being local we're taking this sh** global I got my girl out in London, Pari next in that givanchi, got it all off of rap Touring your girl no ma**euse I've got some rich friends but still that sh** ain't enough We talking racks on racks and deposits talking bout condos up in Miami smoking that maui In those exotics Tellin my n***as f** it we got, let success speak for itself switch lanes and blowing that loud; Don't talk much, but n***a we present, cause my present is a prescience on my Kanye kiss my a** It's a harsh world word to my n***a Al Luciano; Cuban cigars got them links And they hanging right off the chain, on a slave thing n***as only waiting for his whip Give a toast to the new Maison Margiela like oh, lord [Verse 2] Blogs ain't support record this with no backing I put my foot through the door like f** it I dare you stop me Got that silk on boxers like n***a hop off my dick, I mean it's blatten I fathered you n***a that a nuttin Hold up,You don't really wanna know about me, cause I ain't for all the repeating I already said it once, like damn it I'm blazing, lying to who like f** I'm amazing Could have any chic in my stratosphere so f** any b**h tryna tie me down Tryna see a Millie a Millie a Millie on my Lil' Wayne You're dispensable I want multiples my girls playing racks on racks Talking bout coast to coast. That yen, that pound, them euros villas, dining on that caviar Cochlea tearing sons of f**ing b**hes, women raving, dapping fans like f** it I want it all GOD LEVEL ni**a AINT SEEN HIS fu*kING 30s WANNA DROP TOP MONEY LOW SHES TWEAKING OFF THE COKE WHEN THEY BUMP ME GUESS YOU GOTTA CALL MY sh*t DOPE AINT NEVER HAD AN ALBUM SO THE fu*k TRYNA BAG IT SHOOT IT STRAIGHT TO THE VEINS LORD NEVER USED IN VEIN BUT SWEAR TO GOD A ni**a BEEN TRILL SINCE 'YE TOOK IT BACK TO JACOBS AND ni**a HOPPED OUT THE WOMB, bout to take this sh** to the tomb, huh, Bout to take this sh** back to tomb, huh Bout to school these n***as on these new rules huh Bout to show em how to rock this f**ing j**els huh A n***a never have sh** so of course I gotta brag some