King Kong - Papoose, Jim Jones

Hey Pap what’s up nigga?

Huh

Bringing you to the future nigga

You heard?

Niggas see stars in the Wraith I don’t really see stars in space

Tell you about that later nigga

Huh

Mac 11 hell AK-47 heaven You heard?

Cappo

I made some dollars with the yay

Lord let them fail that’s how them coward niggas pray

The gun ain’t in the stash when I’m around them niggas way

I keep it on my waist cause I know how them niggas play

He only tough in New York I could have got him in the A

My homies down bottom they would have shot him with the K

He mad the little homie went to the island with his bait

Kept making threats when they seen him he tried to get away

You older now your hair kind of gettin' gray

Them young boys hungry won’t you stay out them niggas way

They dead broke and that’s just how them niggas stay

He think the world owe him something he tryna get some pay

I don’t listen to nothing I’m countin' niggas safe

We all got the same 24 hours in a day

What you do with yours is what you do with yours

What I do with mine

Never mind

All of your bars is local I let the lost and smoke you homie

I’ll crush break you duct tape you rob and rope you

I keep a tight circle that we evolve and grow through

You don’t keep your circle tight enough yours is oval

I’m a flawless mogul record awesome vocals

They respect me in different countries the God is global

You blind to the facts and it’s not my job to show you

Can’t you see Biggie Small’s song with Total

Came from a big family we all will blow you

Got a whole bunch of thorough cousins, aunts and uncles

Caught my first felony when I was small I told you

They tried to throw the book at me Barnes &Noble

I’m King Kong in this empire state

I’m King Kong in this empire state

I’m King Kong in this empire state

Burn bridges down and by us make no mistake nigga

Make no mistake nigga

Make no mistake nigga

Make no mistake nigga

You need a hook but what’s a hook without bars

Send a kite to all the homies still like Tookie in them bars

Fuck every judge every cop to ever put us in them bars

Told my bitches take yo flights with them cookies in they bras

To get into the block so we could put it in them jars

Then whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it whip it

We get deeper in the game but this shit could get explicit

Like I love how your bitch hold my dick when she kiss it

Nasty right but that’s just the half of my wall path

You’re sunny in your block but there’s rain in your forecast

When that beef to your step just like your DoorDash

To tell the truth we was laughing when them doors crack

I’m King Kong in this empire state

I’m King Kong in this empire state

I’m King Kong in this empire state

Burn bridges down and by us make no mistake nigga

Make no mistake nigga

Make no mistake nigga

Make no mistake nigga