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Will Be King by Toosii
Lyrics & Translation
English
You know me, I've always been one of them niggas who wanted my mom and my dad to be together so bad
You know, but things just ain't work out that way
Even though it ain't work out like that
Like, I love my dad, you know, more than he know
I done really laid in bushes with my dad, I'd
You know, I'd do the same thing for my son
My son ain't gotta be no gangsta though
He ain't gotta be
He can be whatever he wanna be, you know
Yeah, rich nigga, made it outta poverty
I did everything I had to do, got where I gotta be
I don't never foresee, no one's stopping me
Got a whole lot of Glocks, ARs, and .762 shots with me
I'm feeling kinda dangerous, don't you tame it my nigga
Feel it in my soul, I'm gon' be the world's greatest, my nigga
Like one of them ball playin' niggas
Nigga, I love to hustle
You can go and ask my family, bitch, I got it off the muscle
From McChesney when "Nugget" he used to scuffle
Or Sherman Park, I used to flip for dollars, I still got it in my duffle
All that and a bag of chips, sour cream, Lays, ruffle
Just 'cause I say I love you I don't trust you
Yeah, I done seen kings die at the throne
I done seen niggas come and try to break inside my home
I done been shot at just for putting names inside songs
But best believe when we caught that nigga, we did 'em wrong
This some real life shit
Get you real life hit
I don't need no gold digger, need a real life bitch
I don't tote no air-soft, I keep a real life stick
And nigga I ain't no girl, I be staying out the mix
Will be king
I hit my knees, bow to the lord, ask for forgiveness
I done did bad things
Nobody perfect, but I know the lord been watchin' me
Like to spin the block and hit a nigga, knock his dreads off
Ain't from ATL but we blitzing shit like we red dogs
Glock 4-5, I'ma give it to my security
Just pass me that AK and I'll send a nigga where spirits be
My son gotta eat
Babymomma want that Benz
Momma want her a new crib
So it's time to move her again
I say, fuck it, bitch it's nothin,' I got racks in the safe
But if it all go downhill, she workin' back at sweepstakes
Will be king
I hit my knees, bow to the lord, ask for forgiveness
I done did bad things
Nobody perfect, but I know the lord been watchin' me
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Will Be King by Toosii
Will Be King* (original Toosii)
You know me, I've always been one of them niggas who wanted my mom and my dad to be together so bad
You know, but things just ain't work out that way
Even though it ain't work out like that
Like, I love my dad, you know, more than he know
I done really laid in bushes with my dad, I'd
You know, I'd do the same thing for my son
My son ain't gotta be no gangsta though
He ain't gotta be
He can be whatever he wanna be, you know
Yeah, rich nigga, made it outta poverty
I did everything I had to do, got where I gotta be
I don't never foresee, no one's stopping me
Got a whole lot of Glocks, ARs, and .762 shots with me
I'm feeling kinda dangerous, don't you tame it my nigga
Feel it in my soul, I'm gon' be the world's greatest, my nigga
Like one of them ball playin' niggas
Nigga, I love to hustle
You can go and ask my family, bitch, I got it off the muscle
From McChesney when "Nugget" he used to scuffle
Or Sherman Park, I used to flip for dollars, I still got it in my duffle
All that and a bag of chips, sour cream, Lays, ruffle
Just 'cause I say I love you I don't trust you
Yeah, I done seen kings die at the throne
I done seen niggas come and try to break inside my home
I done been shot at just for putting names inside songs
But best believe when we caught that nigga, we did 'em wrong
This some real life shit
Get you real life hit
I don't need no gold digger, need a real life bitch
I don't tote no air-soft, I keep a real life stick
And nigga I ain't no girl, I be staying out the mix
Will be king
I hit my knees, bow to the lord, ask for forgiveness
I done did bad things
Nobody perfect, but I know the lord been watchin' me
Like to spin the block and hit a nigga, knock his dreads off
Ain't from ATL but we blitzing shit like we red dogs
Glock 4-5, I'ma give it to my security
Just pass me that AK and I'll send a nigga where spirits be
My son gotta eat
Babymomma want that Benz
Momma want her a new crib
So it's time to move her again
I say, fuck it, bitch it's nothin,' I got racks in the safe
But if it all go downhill, she workin' back at sweepstakes
Will be king
I hit my knees, bow to the lord, ask for forgiveness
I done did bad things
Nobody perfect, but I know the lord been watchin' me
Will Be King (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Ya me conoces, siempre he sido uno de esos
negros que querían que mi mamá y mi papá estuvieran juntos tan mal
Ya sabes, pero las cosas simplemente no salieron así
Aunque no salió así
Como, amo a mi papá, ya sabes, más de lo que él sabe
He estado acostado en arbustos con mi papá, yo
Ya sabes, haría lo mismo por mi hijo
Mi hijo no tiene que ser un gángster
Él no tiene que serlo
Él puede ser lo que quiera ser, ya sabes
Sí, negro rico, salió de la pobreza
Hice todo lo que tuve que hacer, llegué a donde tengo que estar
Nunca preveo que nadie me detenga
Tengo un montón de Glocks, ARs y disparos de .762 conmigo
Me siento un poco peligroso, no me domes, mi negro
Lo siento en mi alma, seré el más grande del mundo, mi negro
Como uno de esos negros que juegan a la pelota
Negro, me encanta el ajetreo
Puedes ir y preguntarle a mi familia, perra, lo conseguí a pulso
Desde McChesney cuando "Nugget" solía pelear
O Sherman Park, solía cambiar por dólares, todavía lo tengo en mi bolsa
Todo eso y una bolsa de patatas fritas, crema agria, Lays, ruffle
Solo porque digo que te amo no significa que confíe en ti
Sí, he visto reyes morir en el trono
He visto negros venir e intentar entrar a la fuerza en mi casa
Me han disparado solo por poner nombres en canciones
Pero créeme, cuando atrapamos a ese negro, lo hicimos mal
Esto es algo de la vida real
Te da un golpe de la vida real
No necesito ninguna cazafortunas, necesito una perra de la vida real
No llevo nada de air-soft, mantengo un palo de la vida real
Y negro, no soy una chica, me mantengo fuera de la mezcla
Seré rey
Me arrodillé, me incliné ante el señor, pidiendo perdón
He hecho cosas malas
Nadie es perfecto, pero sé que el señor me ha estado observando
Me gusta dar la vuelta y golpear a un negro, quitarle las rastas
No soy de ATL pero estamos arremetiendo como si fuéramos perros rojos
Glock 45, se la daré a mi seguridad
Solo pásame ese AK y enviaré a un negro a donde estén los espíritus
Mi hijo tiene que comer
La madre de mi hijo quiere ese Benz
Mamá quiere su nueva casa
Así que es hora de mudarla de nuevo
Digo, a la mierda, perra, no es nada, tengo fajos de billetes en la caja fuerte
Pero si todo sale mal, ella volverá a trabajar en los sorteos
Seré rey
Me arrodillé, me incliné ante el señor, pidiendo perdón
He hecho cosas malas
Nadie es perfecto, pero sé que el señor me ha estado observando
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