Testi:
Hard Fi King

clothes are torn, my heart is cold With you I was the king With you my heart would sing But now my story's done, now I'm no one But once I was the king

In this town I used to be the King here Now I don't need a thing here Where did it all go wrong? Look around No one knows my face here Feel so out of

don't talk the talk If you can't walk the walk Rasheeda, that trill bitch buckin niggas who soft And if I gots to bring that fi-fi, nigga you die Fuckin

holla at me hon Girl tell me how you want it till its done, Hey! [Chorus: Toi (Baby Cham)] You know I like to get it from the back when the boy is hard

Wall Everyday Another Innocent Tru Dem Ball How Dem Fi Diss Me Wen Dem Know Me Naw Stall Bad Man Deh Yah King Of Di Dancehall Harda Dem Come Di Harda

, Something like them other... **** 'Pon the path of life, so many roads, That's why its hurts me hard fi see you pon di corner a pose, Dem a throw you dollar bills fi

finish up a mixtape then start record ah album, But meanwhile just look out fi Zala, Produce some crazy tracks fi him, Mi beats crazy yo, Lifestyle! Just watch out fi

bring off on Rodney King, Millions vex, still dem couldn't do nothing, king Selassie mi sing yeah. Some a fling fiya bolt some a flash lightning, king selassie mi king

with weed, Hennessey, Kennedy, King Mixed with a kill-or-be-killed killer regime, I'll as you seen, switch Y'all write all that hard shit, then y'all