TKOTA (The King Of The Auxx) Lyrics
I lived in the trenches, I lived in the burbs/
You niggas talk shit, and I'm flippin the bird/
Call up my mans I'm and starting da purge/
Merging the trap & da code/
Ending the fakes and the hoes/
Roses for all of the shows, cause I'm killing it hoe, leave blood on these leaves, knee pads for the weak, cause niggas talk steep, but follow my steps, wit precision, but yo shit ain't clicking, divine wit this written, witness this murder, got blood on my hands, walking like Jason at night, machete on right, and aiming throats/
Tapping ya jugular, I know that shit vital, blood on my face come witness this/
The king of auxx, I know you can tell me apart from the average my flows so savage
Two to da face, face masking, in lue my madness, I'm toting the cannon, and staining ya fabrics, wit all ya brain matter, hush all this chatter, for shit get dramatic, courageous like static, killing in purple
Them Grammys in purple, like woopie them lines that's going hurt you, don't mind how I curve you, abrasive like Ice cube, your hate is so spiteful, unloading this rifle, aim like syndergaard
I swear that I been god/
No I am not hearing y'all/
Your bullshit not getting far/
So stop all that crazy talk/
Cause from a crazy walk/
Don't make me get crazy dawg/
Pacing while facing a jay
Feeling the pressure to change up my ways
Some say I crept and became/
Some say stepped out my lane/
And I think it's shame/
But that ain't my problem/
EQ all my problems/
Cause that been my calling/
Write like a goblin/
Record like I pay at the stu/
Now look where I'm at
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Verse 3
I'm still in the booth/
This shit ain't no spoof/
Been looking aloof since I lived with no teeth
Don't question the king cause I change ya beliefs/
Been recording these sermons, for ya higher learning, trying new styles to show that I'm burning/
Taking my time
Don't think think that I'm gone
Tryna refining my mind
Listing my troubles in ryhmes
Sitting back counting my dimes
Know that I'm countin my time
20 an hour when I'm tryna get by
Don't pass on the dope
That's not how I ride
Giving you hope
Wit the blood in my eye
Casting genjutsu, influence the high/
Never thought I get high
But look at me now
Smelling like half of a pound/
Now follow my nouns, this is how history sound
