King Skie - Paper

King Skie
Thus you will be enriched in all things and in every way, so that you can be generous
And [your generosity as it is] administered by us will bring forth thanksgiving to God
(2 Corinthians 9:11)
You knew
Yea
Ya Dig
Hehe, Rest In Peace the Late Great Biggie Smalls
Skieeeeeee
I just want the paper for all my brothers to shine
I never worshiped money , brother open your mind
Like T.I., family hustle, means we all gotta Grind
Can’t lift myself, so I won’t try but please don’t try undermine
I really been focused, God really been moving
I put in the grind for this
Started back hustling to make all this music but where’s my Conglomerate
Y'all stuck at yall mama's cribs
Used to be bros like my Mama's kids
You crossing that line, no need to reply, it ain’t no rewinding it
Why you looking so surprised you know that Hustle
I’m a King that is ready to Bubble
I fed y’all when stomachs would Grumble
Y’all support other rappers that Mumble
Treat me like I’m trash cause I’m humble
Growing up I was in the same struggle
In the streets I was ready to rumble
Apart of sin where we always would stumble
Now I be Moving and keeping it groovy
You know I’m a shag with my dog like it’s scooby
Protecting by God when I’m making this Music
When people start hating, they causing confusion
All that hating is going to get exposed
Don’t get mad cause is God making me whole
I’m a chaser that’s chasing his goals
If I’m not saving bread, I rather save souls, woe
I just want the paper for all my brothers to shine
I never worshiped money , brother open your mind
Like T.I., family hustle, means we all gotta Grind
Can’t lift myself, so I won’t try but please don’t try undermine
You knew
Yea
Ya Dig
Hehe
Skieeeeeee
I just want the paper to help the poor survive
Invest in my city, I’m bringing God with me, to help my family thrive
I'm Praying for intercession, I sow, then let God multiply
My faith in overdrive, I’m putting in overtime
You know Ima share, I ain’t stingy Either
Stack Cheetos like Chester cheetah
Got too much pride, call him Vegeta
Keep buying clothes, think yo a diva
Waste all your money on Smoking reefer
If I’m pillow then you’re a sleeper
Face look Grim, when you see that reaper
Spreading Jesus Christ, I’m no preacher
Seek ye first, the kingdom of God, all good things will be added to you
In the streets, he claim he big dog
Girl that pup a Labradoodle
Men I know show Gratitude
Got good character and Attitudes
I don’t have rap, for rapping dudes
I praise the Most High at a magnitude, that don’t leave me stressing
I'm Strengthened and flexing
Get off of my meat, you delicatessen
Stay with a suit like a deck cards
Keeping me fresh when I worship God
Dripping in dressing, with lots of flavor
I Worship God when I get the paper
Only fear God, ain’t no harming me
Gospel hip hop that’s an anomaly
I just want the paper for all my brothers to shine
I never worshiped money , brother open your mind
Like T.I., family hustle, means we all gotta Grind
Can’t lift myself, so I won’t try but please don’t try undermine

Written by:
De'Andre Taylor

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