Bizzle, H.U.R.T. - King lyrics

They don’t do it like the KING do, yeah
Everybody a king
Everybody a god huh? Alright

Tell ‘em they don’t do it like the KING do
KING do homey ain’t nobody king you
King you simmer down boy
And get your hands off the
Crown boy, now boy, believe me
They don’t do it like the KING do, KING do
Homey ain’t nobody king you, king you
Simmer down boy and get your hands off the
Crown boy, now boy, real talk

Every other day another sucker on a record
Pushing dirt up on the LORD’S NAME
More money, more cars, get some more chains
This is a sure thing, only way that
This will go, rich or poor
Shove them in the box like a board game
Fools lottery


If you think all that property gon’ fit up in
That box you play way too much Monopoly
We’re just the clay, HE the POTTER
We the pottery
If you remove HIS hands then we in bad shape
Fall in it
GOD over money boy, that’s just my philosophy
As long as I am the
Realest I’m the richest automatically
Game full of lies so they
Hating on my honesty
But, Imma tell the truth till they body me

They don’t do it like the KING do, KING do
Homey ain’t nobody king you, king you
Simmer down boy and get your hands off the
Crown boy, now boy, believe me
They don’t do it like the KING do, KING do
Homey ain’t nobody king you, king you
Simmer down boy and get your hands off the
Crown boy, now boy, real talk

Killer, killer, killer Mr killer
You don’t really want it like you say boy
Everybody wanna bang when it’s their boy
Everybody want an issue till the magazine
Spray and their centre fold
They don’t want to play boy
Bullets hot dawg pipe down
You talking like you trying to die right now
Truth is if you get shot you gon’ cry loud
And every drop of gangster in
Your body gon’ dry out
Everybody wanna pop ‘rugers
We love to brag about it
Like it’s not foolish
They hate us cause we try to
Put a stop to it
Then we love to glorify murder
Till a cop do it
Never been a shooter, that was never me
Never disrespected anybody who respected me
Always kept the cool when I knew
We was at the deep
30 on breeze not gangster that’s hella weak
I know you got a strap boy I’m with it too
But, I don’t let it change how I get at you
Y’all like 5-0, started for protection
The problem is y’all become bishop
When you get the juice

They don’t do it like the KING do, KING do
Homey ain’t nobody king you, simmer down boy
And get your hands off the
Crown boy, now boy, believe me
They don’t do it like the KING do, KING do
Homey ain’t nobody king you, simmer down boy
And get your hands off the
Crown boy, now boy, real talk

So you trapping in your video
And killing in them songs
If you can’t keep HIS word then
Them lyrics did you wrong
Cause you sleeping in the ‘burbs
And them visuals is phony
I know everything you rap about
I did it with my homies
Get money out the soil huh?
Something like oil right?
That don’t make you loyal bruh
You ain’t even loyal cause you from the hood
But, you don’t tell them nothing good
You just sell them poison and the
Profit's move you from the hood
Understood, it takes a KING to make a king
Something that a king do
Where’s the dude that made you king?
What’s his name? King who?
You send your kid to private
School and tell mine’s bad
You went to college but you
Only rap about the gang
YAHWEH’S the KING, and your way it seems
To have me of way to hell
In the hallway of screams
Please believe since there’s just
Only one KING, that can only mean one thing

They don’t do it like the KING do, KING do
Homey ain’t nobody king you, simmer down boy
And get your hands off the
Crown boy, now boy, believe me
They don’t do it like the KING do, KING do
Homey ain’t nobody king you, simmer down boy
And get your hands off the
Crown boy, now boy, real talk