The Mo City Don

[Hook] K-I-N-G, the Mo City Don I know you heard about me and this mission I'm on But not in R-A-P, I'm just tryna live on Not in the penitentiary, I'd rather be rolling chrome In the P-E-N-T, my attitude is shown Cause I've never been friendly, you should leave me alone But if I S-L-I-P, and my brains get blown Just listen at my CD cause I live in my song [Z-Ro] I'm just living my life Not worried about no money or no women and I Just rolling in something foreign with my gun at my side Smoking designer doja, hope I don't run into one time No particular destination, I just want to roam Don't want to talk, I left all of my cellphones at home All I need is fifteen pounds of leave me alone Cause ain't nobody on this level I'm on And all I see is murder, murder, my mind state Preoccupied with homicide, tryna survive through this crime rate Most of my homies hustle for big bucks, but blow it on bullshit Then start complaining about how they can't come up Association brings about simulation, you know what that mean? Meet with a fiend and you too will become a dope fiend The same thang goes for crooks and thieves I'm not getting arrested again to give a lawyer my cheese [Hook] [Z-Ro] I'm covered in diamonds and gold Try to take 'em away from me, I'll leave your body so swole What I'm rolling is big enough to blow a hole in your soul So take this Hen' and hypnotic and have a seat by the pole Instead of killing your ass, I'd rather pour you a glass I'm tired of being the reason people under the grass But I won't lose sleep if Hoover murder your ass I guess you couldn't keep the ghetto pass Homie when I tell you I'm unjackable, I'm not just talking shit I got guerillas everywhere, be careful who you walking with But I'm an equal opportunity lender, I'm not a snob Meet me in Mo City and I might just give you a job Cause I'm looking for a few good men, tryna expand my operation I've been local long enough, time to go nation Making the transition from the streets to the fame A couple clubs, gas stations and hotels in my name [Hook] [Z-Ro] I can do bad one deep I wish I could flip in a Bentley coupe with just one seat A box of Carnival Cigarillo and just one freak And if I fall off before I ask for help, I'll leave lunch meat I wear my pride on my shoulders and my heart on my sleeve With the knowledge and understanding at three-sixty degrees Ninety-five, the five P-E-R-C-E-N-T Only a few real niggas but so many wannabe Hell yeah, I've read the Holy Qur'an and the Good Book Both of them investigated, give all clues and good look And a real king don't have to wear his crown to rule You know book sense without common sense is a damn fool [Hook]