Son.Wts - Triple X (Intro) Lyrics

Triple Exercising, crossed and fit
Love the creator, through all this shit
Apollo Creed, balls his fist
He talking shit

Some of us can't afford a brain
And no one supports a lame
Walked a Mill for them Bucks, and still short of change

I'm just a young black panther, not Killmonger
This is my kingdom, I Will Conquer
The Fresh Prince of WTS, I feel honored

Old spirits in young flesh
Pulled out my pen, it's a bomb threat
Don't take it outta Context
In one text, Some said that I'm Complex
But I'm none yet, until the Son set
Been there, done that

I'm done being done
But never done being Son
It was fun when I won me a bronze

Track 7, I killed King James, not Lebron
Come get a pizza me, and ima poppa John
Masked up, call me doctor Son

But since I'm not ya Son, don't call me Son
When I ball, it ain't all for fun

Boredom strikes
For tonight
I'm left With more to write
Telling stories, horror night
Till I catch Z's, like a Zoro fight
Its sorta like, my sword a slice
I can't afford the price, if I'm doing it for a like

Some of us can't afford a brain
And no one supports a lame

Apollo Creed, balls his fist
He talking shit
Triple Exercising, crossed and fit
Love the creator, through all this shit