King Pin

[Verse 1: Young Buck] I'm in my old school roll in Cocaine around me Bout to cross the state line in Davidson County In the back of the projects is where they found me I think we need a flood So I told my plug to drown me Swim N*ggaz A black tee with a pair of Gucci tims n*gga And you ain't get it from me You got it from him n*gga A couple fiends who been waiting on they checks You been short all month So you gone take what you get Chattanooga been shopping in the A But not no more Cuz I'm back distributing the Yay My price is lower Knoxville ain't had a deal with the pills for a long time Now here it is motherfuckers and I want mine Some Memphis n*ggas that I know that just jack They don't know you, they on you so Gotti nem gone handle that (A) 1 thing that's a fact n*ggas know That when it come to fuckin' with the pack We just get it and go (10 a key n*gga) [Hook: June B] I'm a Kingpin You know I'm sitting on top and I got the merch if you wanna go shoppin' You can get it for the low I promise everything will be a go That's why My city love me (Oooooh) Everytime I come around I swear to god my city love me [Say they love me, yeah yeah] Say they love me in my city I'm a Kingpin [Verse 2: Ca$his] Belligerent time, ignorant rhymes, manipulated by crime I'ma baby from the 80's coke crazy and grind ACP protect me from who blocken my shine Flippin' green like white 6 figured delight Same clothes for a week but then you look at my ride And see everything you dream you can be in yo life Straight tippin' Moving brown and white Blake Griffin And I'm lob city banging, busta Set trippin' A youngin with a 1/4 mill After bail and legal fees back broke for real I came right back like nice crack For good scratch from good packs Streets is watchin' That's hood facts Juxen the crooks My 45 I could flip off a look Live by the script of a book Hustle hard, no shook Business over here Cuz it's heavy with the army Control like Ghandi Til' I'm gone like Gotti (I'm gone) [Hook] [Verse 3: Arez Cobain] I remember late nights with my baby mama back in highschool We was Bonnie and Clyde Ridin' dirty with the white tool She got me on my feet Helped me cop my first O Thought the love was deep cuz she stood by when all the world seemed artificial Guess the love was unofficial cuz her confessions blew a whistle Had me singing different tunes Sealed my heart inside a tomb So I can never love again Its probably better I assume Put my heart into the hustle For my lil man's came out the womb Now I'm only get older and wiser as a hustla Snatch a lilly pad to write a verse on budweisers What you know about pink slips and bills being past due Kids on the phone wish you was home They always ask you Daddy when you coming home? I miss ya When can I see ya? Blowin' kisses through the phone Hoping and praying That they can forgive me like I was in jail or locked up Cuz everytime I pop up I got gifts and toys for the time we lost Fuck [Hook]