Kid Ink - More Than A King Lyrics
(Intro)An honest man often grows cruelWhen converted into an absolute princeBorn from power, a bitter from fearThe madness, the treacheryThe strong mixture of troublesIt is a man’s own mindNot his enemy a fool that lures him to evil waysMore than a man, more than a kingMore like God!(Bridge)I feel like likeMore than a king, more than a king, more like GodIt’s more than a city, more than a village where we areFeels so good to you manEverything’s so super fly(Verse)Uh, I don’t need no cakeComing in high just to beat yo graceWait, everybody sound so recklessKing me, these niggas playin checkersMe? A nigga stay chest to chestLet somebody else check the checkIn my city protect yo neckIt’s more than a method man and you get upThe man of the hour, sold-out shows for someone outRidin round with this gold hangin on my chest like alWhole team winnin, OG hit a homerun, we chillinWe don’t talk much til you free, seen niggasIt’s showtime, check yo feet feet niggaI’m seeing ADHD, seeing everything clear through my red eyesRunnin these streets past, will get it right when you see a nigga zoom byZoom out, you’re standing way too closeGroupie boy worse than a new hoeCold heart growin, need a new coatToo high, tryna find my new low(Interlude)To me a moving natureCrosses the line into the relation to other menA burn appetite and desireBecomes lust and passionThe dominion that lands to hell over natureHe also seeks to have his brothersSo closely remind of his own proper beginningAnd crossing on godsOnly God is to have dominion over all(Verse)Uh, so I just sit back and laugh at emBlowin kush and success my bad habitSacrifices of mine, take a stab at emFeelin ain’t no man like me since AdamsAsk leaders, actors it’s half AstonI’m a active, addict but I actionRacks in, racks out, girl keep flashinFact is, little life that you niggas fashionHard to ball when ain’t one to pass itIn the past but I was way too passionateWay too much drive, almost crashinTo the casket, ***** that to the ashesUh, 31 nigga, off so much style, know you heard my niggaUh, what’s the word my niggaBeen drunk since November my nigga uhYea, tell a ***** kick the feet outAnything she left, left me like regalLit em on fire, take take em all downPull out the shots and take it like powFaded off my own strandBetter pull to the side, this is my own laneSpeedin over nigga, hittin corners in a mazeI can see where we going, hope the signs gon changeMore than a king, more than a king, more like GodMore than a king, more than a king, more like GodMore than a king, more than a king… more like God
