"MLK" lyrics

"MLK"

Woah (Woah-woah)
Woah-woah, woah-woah
Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah

Chrome Hearts gleamin' (Yeah), fiends start screamin' (Trap house)
Sleep walk off Percocets, I had a dream for a reason (Trap house)
Woah, Martin Luther Kingin' (Woah), birds start singin' (Woah)
I thought we wasn't slaves no more, my chain still swangin' (Woah)
Damn, I be shoppin' (Go), bags up at Robins (Woah)
You know how I'm rockin' (Hello?), Fendi, not Hot Topic (Hello?)
Bag full of dope (Oh, he serious), damn, I'm the GOAT (Oh, he serious)
My cup so goddamn dirty, I'm like, "Damn, I need soap" (Woah)
"Damn, what's your name?" I told her, "Damn, bae, you bold"
She touch my pinky ring, I watch her hand start to fold
Woah, new Mike Jackson (Jack), ballin' like Jordan (Jordan)
Woah, racks out Porsches (Skrrt), I knew you couldn't afford it
The new whip put on Forgi's (Woah), that start-start, push to start-start (Go)
I was off a Xanax (Woah), so dark-dark, I can't park-park (Park-park)

Woah, woah
Let's go, let's go, let's go


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