Ricky Conaway - Angel Dust (Married To The King) lyrics

You can gimme any beat and imma rhyme over it I'm the hottest and the coldest, I'm the bipolar kid I don't even really need to be diagnosed wit it 50k up on my sh**, make high toast to this And it don't really matter if i die poor or rich When I'm buried they'll compare me to Pica**o and sh** See the range? I can go from a high note to this We can take it to the backyard, like Pablo the kid And I'm known to diss, so lemme ask, why so tough? There's so many f**in people here i don't trust If you included in that group you better lie low cause I let the Glock go, my bullets givin glaucoma There's a reason i don't answer when my iphone buzz If you hatin muhf**a i supply no love You can take a look at my mic, and you'll find no dust I'm a beat k**er b**h, fee fi fo fum, so.. Who wanna take it up wit the greatest? I'm soon to be at the top of the a-list wit all your favorites But for now I'll be up inside of ya playlist Sleepin is for the weak if you see me I'll be awakened Believe me... I hear em talkin and talkin But the realest are feelin me like the dog that I'm walkin If you hatin well f** it, then it's off with ya noggin I'm underground, only right i put em all in a coffin God damn.. Lemme slow it down for Pete's sake All i got are 16s, ready for a replay I could take you out for 20 dollars, that's a cheap date Gimme a second to think as i let the beat play..