King Moe

King Moe

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  • Mine
    Lyrics:
    Gold medals I'm drinking out my trophies
    Gold medals I'm drinking out my trophies
    I say look, King Moe
    It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    Why all these labels be calling my line
    How many pages you want me to sign
    They say I'm the greatest and call me a god
    Ugly with it so I charge them a fine
    It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    Shawty bad but I fall for her mind
    This is how you make a goddess a bride
    Good gracious how she walk with them thighs
    You want to see it it's going to cost you a fine
    Say look, got to know the world yours
    And it's mine, mine
    Alkaline dripping out of my pores
    No swine, swine
    Allah told me to speak the truth
    And shit on haters that's a fecal move
    In that brand new Lexus, with the heater, cool
    Just to get out a bind, bind
    Oh, you well-connected like Wi-Fi
    Well, I'm well-connected like power lines
    That mean I'm the reason light got to shine
    In the ring hit the beat with a powerbomb
    How you liking them apples, the sour kind
    Moving mountains I clear every tower climbed
    Pay attention cause you got a god inside
    So Sierra treat me like a diamond mine
    Pockets looking like a bank
    Came up from the bottom
    Now a youngin classified as top rank
    Yea salute me
    Labels keep calling again
    But I'm knowing they are going to run off in the end
    You can hate but it costs for the sin
    I'm a boss make the office a Benz
    It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    Why all these labels be calling my line
    How many pages you want me to sign
    They say I'm the greatest and call me a god
    Ugly with it so I charge them a fine
    It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    Shawty bad but I fall for her mind
    This is how you make a goddess a bride
    Good gracious how she walk with them thighs
    You want to see it it's going to cost you a fine
    Money and power
    Where I'm from they turn farmer
    Sell onions of powder
    Now abundance is ours
    If you ain't trying to win
    You get crumbled, devoured
    Ten hundreds of hours
    What you gotta put in, you can tell I did it
    Laughing at you, you a sell-out gimmick
    Lord have mercy it's well I'm wishing
    You can tell I'm different
    Cause I'm going to speak the truth on the Tell-lie-vision
    Think they scared of my pigment
    Connected to the root of the scale I'm tipping
    Even the blind got to feel what I say
    Cause they hear all the braille that I'm spittin'
    Wearing all green in this bubble eyed Lex
    Make it look like a leprechaun in it
    Pockets looking like a bank
    My shorty walking with her nose up
    Got her walking around like something tank
    I say look, shorty callin' me the goat
    I must be a clumsy ass rapper
    Cause I keep fallin' in her throat
    Babe, you the hardest what she spoke
    It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    Why all these labels be calling my line
    How many pages you want me to sign
    They say I'm the greatest and call me a god
    Ugly with it so I charge them a fine
    It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
    Shawty bad but I fall for her mind
    This is how you make a goddess a bride
    Good gracious how she walk with them thighs
    You wanna see it it's going to cost you a fine
    It's mine
    It's mine
    It's mine
    I say look, King Moe
    4 min
  • Golden Child
    Lyrics:
    I got Gucci's on my feet right now
    Silver medal on my wrist
    Gold on my pointer finger
    I say look
    Ay, put him to the test
    He came out the golden child
    Nah it ain't no sweat
    Nah he never gon' throw the towel
    Why you upset
    All he did was hold it down
    What goes around comes around
    Now watch how that money pile
    Remember eighth grade Dillard Middle School
    Youngin had em build a stage for him
    It was cold in his household
    Only momma's love kept the place warm
    It was either go to school, catch a case
    Or throw the chicken at Case Farms
    Now big links on his wrist
    Damn, looking like the medal on a slaves arm
    In the trenches, just kicking it
    Never knew he would find an escape tour
    Saw his cuz sale the Cali green
    Damn, it must've came straight out the rain forest
    First time trying to sell some weed
    He was green as cabbage nah he ain't know it
    Cousin told him he can't dodge the rain
    But to make it happen got to brainstorm
    Then you execute second
    Now you in a Lexus coupe flexing
    Shedding tears behind the Cartier's
    But you having revenue leverage
    Sold a whole lot of Nick bags
    And ouu that residue messy
    Point five in a good time
    Only God can tell where you headed
    Started rapping but he still in traffic
    He gon' run up and walk him down
    Broke on that bitch in a snapback
    Pick your feelings up off the ground
    Momma made a million dollar baby
    Yeah, he got that ultrasound
    They know that boy renowned
    I'm the one that they talking about
    Put him to the test
    He came out the golden child
    Nah it ain't no sweat
    Nah he never gon' throw the towel
    Why you upset
    All he did was hold it down
    What goes around comes around
    Now watch how that money pile
    I think they know it
    I think they know it now
    Yeah, I think they know it
    I think they know it now
    I think they know it
    I think they know it now
    What goes around comes around
    So here come the golden child
    A hundred hundreds in his right pocket
    Way he balling, they overproud
    How he come up in a dirty game
    Where even the coaches foul
    Where even the coach will hate
    Got em plotting and jocking
    The motion rate dime piece feeding eggs
    With the loaded steak
    Drive the 350 like a police chase
    Ain't no snake in my blood
    But she want a piece of this python
    Metal blingin' off the sun rays
    So I hit with the lights on
    Take the time to get to know yourself
    That's how you find the right one
    Stack that paper through the ceiling first
    Make the income your outcome
    My only advice go get the money
    You can spend your time a little richer
    You can go create the life that you want
    It start in your mind little nigga
    Kill the beat, the instrument's in memory
    I'm on the grind little nigga
    I ain't have to call Duke Energy
    To help me shine little nigga
    Put him to the test
    He came out the golden child
    Nah it ain't no sweat
    Nah he never gon' throw the towel
    Why you upset
    All he did was hold it down
    What goes around comes around
    Now watch how that money pile
    I think they know it
    I think they know it now
    Yeah, I think they know it
    I think they know it now
    I think they know it
    I think they know it now
    What goes around, comes around
    So here come the golden child
    4 min
  • Dark Shades
    Lyrics:
    The gun smokes the liquor pours with cold tears
    A baby's born the same time the smoke clears
    Told my family bury me with all my chains on me
    Thumbing through this dirty money it still got stains on it
    You can't talk about that struggle you ain't came from it
    Dark shades around my face to hide the pain from em
    Wise words from a discreet man
    Back when I was trying to put a ring on unique hand
    But she ain't love me like somebody trusted wife
    That's why I tuck my feelings tight inside a bubbly sprite
    My dog ran off on the plug
    When he looked out for him
    You know that smut gon' fall on me
    Because I vouched for him
    I know you ain't chasing no cheese
    Because your couch warm
    It's about consistent hustle
    Not who outperform
    Hear em talking about Little Terrence
    Like his style growing
    And the way he going in
    That boy so outgoing
    The blue projects what he vouch for
    In traffic with a ladder on him
    Get to blowing like a loud horn
    Whipping bubble eye Lex with the eyes swollen
    Allergic to you hating suckers
    Y'all like pollen floating
    All that down set hutting
    But y'all not in motion
    You can talk a good game
    Got to know how to coach it
    What I've been through
    Way worse than you could imagine
    Brokest kid in school the smartest in my classes
    No pot to piss and no tissue to wipe my ass with
    So fresh to death
    They'll steal the garments out my casket
    Told my family bury me with all my chains on me
    Thumbing through this dirty money it still got stains on it
    You can't talk about that struggle you ain't came from it
    Dark shades around my face to hide the pain from em
    Would've spent more time with Jamie
    Yeah I miss him truly
    Told Wilt stay out the way
    But he ain't listen to me
    We all playing the same roles
    It's just different movies
    Same props little Uzis
    Cash and vixen groupies
    Watch how they judge you
    When you pop out with expensive jewelry
    You fought your way up out that gutter
    With two fists of fury
    Government assisted housing
    Dodging silver bullets
    The fact is anyone can make it
    You just here to prove it
    This is conscious street rap
    Excuse my gutter image
    That mean I'm riding luxury
    With the flame loaded
    Hit the mall
    And the clerk ask me what I'm spending
    This the same dirty money with the stains on it
    I'm winded running from my past
    And playing hide and seek
    At 15, I found some pimping they say finders keep
    Back then, Ms. Blue was selling ass, you still can buy a piece
    I'll probably never get no peace only a diamond piece
    Told my family bury me with all my chains on me
    Thumbing through this dirty money it still got stains on it
    You can't talk about that struggle you ain't came from it
    Dark shades around my face to hide the pain from em
    The gun smokes the liquor pours with cold tears
    A baby's born the same time the smoke clears
    4 min
  • Chum Bucket (feat. G Buddah)
    Lyrics:
    I don't question God but why he take Wilt from us
    Line backing in my field I'm thinking big numbers
    Wayne County, North Carolina it's like Jerusalem
    Copped Jesus' piece at 14 they say that's Wookie son
    Two L's burning life'll make you learn something
    For Snakes in the grass got to keep the zero turn running
    Flat screen dropped but it's stolen so you can't earn nothing
    Mama there at work her little soldier work in the chum bucket
    Damn, rain pouring now my heart heavy
    Pressure like Louisiana, breaking large levees
    Heart heavy I know for a fact who caught the Homi
    Forever keep my mouth zipped fuck what you thought about me
    Forever standing ten toes y'all been walking sloppy
    So-and-so took the stand D.A. shook his hand
    I told little homie be a chef he'd rather cook a can
    Cause where I'm from they swing that cutter like a butcher's hands
    Vito ran off with that pistol he was only 12
    That's a big .357 in some small apparel
    MAC-11 blow em backwards it be coughing shells
    Rock turn a car into a rental to give opponents hell
    Cuz ain't never went to college but he on with yale
    It hurt my heart when I had found out little Shorty using
    She was a straight-A student makes it more confusing
    She off the oil I'm off royal trying to Porsche a Buick
    I don't question God but why he take Wilt from us
    Line backing in my field I'm thinking big numbers
    Wayne County, North Carolina it's like Jerusalem
    Copped Jesus' piece at 14 they say that's Wookie son
    Two L's burning life'll make you learn something
    For Snakes in the grass got to keep the zero turn running
    Flat screen dropped but it's stolen so you can't earn nothing
    Mama there at work her little soldier work in the chum bucket
    Folks been wilding out his mudder thudder
    Lift a cloud, he banging, now he toting on them thudder-thudders
    Had to go and bail him out of jail because his mama wouldn't
    Had to tell a nigga get it right because his mama shouldn't
    And his daddy couldn't
    Wolfing they won't slide with it, put nothing in the sky with it
    You ain't busting traps or shipping out, then why you riding with it
    Supply the fiends with tokens, even though they might get high with it
    Niggas talking knowledge but these niggas won't abiding it
    You beat all them cold cases nigga but you still a loser
    Lost my nigga way before his time I wish I seen him sooner
    Wayne County, you should know what happen when we know the shooter
    Mobbing losing patience, nobody dropped, then it's getting to him
    I don't question God but why he take Wilt from us
    Line backing in my field I'm thinking big numbers
    Wayne County, North Carolina it's like Jerusalem
    Copped Jesus' piece at 14 they say that's Wookie son
    Two L's burning life'll make you learn something
    For Snakes in the grass got to keep the zero turn running
    Flat screen dropped but it's stolen so you can't earn nothing
    Mama there at work her little soldier work in the chum bucket
    Wayne County, North Carolina's like Jerusalem
    Cop Jesus' piece at 14, they say that's Wookie son
    Two L's burning life'll make you learn something
    For snakes in the grass got to keep the zero turn running
    Two L's burning life'll make you learn something
    For snakes in the grass got to keep the zero turn running
    4 min
  • Outlaw (feat. SLNC)
    Lyrics:
    Sitting in the trap making house calls
    All that loafing too expensive what your couch cost
    I was coasting in that rental what about y'all
    Told my right hand sometimes you got to hit em southpaw
    Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
    Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
    If you got vision, but no hustle, it don't amount at all
    I say look
    Open your third eye it be the ones next to you
    You find yourself exhausted if you being too accessible
    Quarterbacking plays of Hail Mary till we catch a few
    Don't know magic you reach for my karats you turn vegetable
    Around a bunch of know-it-alls it seems questionable
    Just a little food for thought that's indigestible
    When it comes to moving weight I'm a professional
    Plush baggies stacking work inside the sectional
    Pay attention to these gems I'm dropping crystal clear
    Playing pussy, you get fucked, but ain't no whiskers here
    When you roaming through the streets keep a pistol near
    All my kings sticked up like a wicker chair
    Without the fishing gear we left em hooked
    Claim they getting chicken but it seems undercooked
    That's why I'm doper than a fiend syringe
    They point fingers when they could be lending a hand, let's go
    Sitting in the trap making house calls
    All that loafing too expensive what your couch cost
    I was coasting in that rental what about y'all
    Told my right hand sometimes you got to hit em southpaw
    Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
    Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
    If you got vision, but no hustle, it don't amount at all
    I say look
    Switch to southpaw I hit em with the feature first
    Suckers know that I was born to kill like the reaper's birth
    Do this for the youngins in the field that's on street alert
    Tried to be a Christian but the preacher said that I'd be cursed
    Astaghfirullah I'm such a godly man
    Crimson tide Lexus sliding blocks is such a Hockey game
    Fishbowl windows so they see me drip like drops of rain
    Cause rain used to fall through the ceiling of my house of pain
    Children of the sun I know exactly what my roots are
    Before you step up in this field you got to take your shoes off
    Mike Jackson won't the only nigga that could moonwalk
    Cause I was trapping like a fool, stepping on some moonrock
    When life hand me lemons I make sweet dessert
    You can have the planet what your reason's worth
    The ghetto is a set up but the meek the earth
    Riding with a bomb I hope they don't do an illegal search
    Sitting in the trap making house calls
    All that loafing too expensive what your couch cost
    I was coasting in that rental what about
    Told my right hand sometimes you got to hit em southpaw
    Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
    Middle finger to the law, I'm an outlaw
    If you got vision, but no hustle, it don't amount at all
    I say look
    3 min
  • Traphouse To Loft
    Lyrics:
    Y'all already know what time it is with me, man
    Enormous, do it big, bigger than most, the biggest
    The hugest, the largest
    King Moe, I say look
    Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch
    I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch
    Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch
    Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish
    Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses
    I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage
    Why your label putting out that trash I ain't supporting it
    Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous
    Grinding and grinding, I'm changing the climate
    Look how I shine, I'm a dangerous diamond
    Came from the projects, I aced the assignment
    I know how to fish, got a plate full of Salmon
    Like a producer, my head in the loop
    Was searching for me, it was hourly timing
    I'm a big ol' dog I'm telling the truth
    I stay away from the cowardly lying
    Yeah, uh, I made my momma and dad happy
    Cause I'm about my cheese like a kraft addict
    Thumbing straight through these numbers a mathematic
    Watching out for the cross like I'm half-Catholic
    Pulled a knife out my back, took a stab at it
    Came up out the blue it was hat magic
    Swear to God, I went ape, I went chimpanzee
    COVID-19, it's a cold on my wrist
    Cut that bitch off cause she spoke on the biz
    You know it's raw when I pour it it fizz
    Destined to ball and my scrotum is big
    Water on me dripping over the bridge
    Built me a arc just like Noah had did
    Smoking no square but I'm toting a Sig
    I say look, nigga
    Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch
    I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch
    Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch
    Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish
    Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses
    I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage
    Why your label putting out that trash I ain't supporting it
    Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous
    Rocket in the sky, I'm taking off, bitch
    I went from a trap house to a loft, bitch
    Having motion like my Glock, there ain't no off switch
    Rocking red shell toes pop out like crawfish
    Haters smile and wave I know they fake that hay for horses
    I can't wait to pull up in something worth way more than your mortgage
    Why your label putting out that trash I ain't supporting it
    Five-four with a four-five, but that bag on me enormous
    4 min
  • Heartbeat
    Lyrics:
    I wish I had my motherfucking lighter right now
    Aye free my partners on my momma, that's an innocent man
    I said that making plays out of rented Sedan
    It's sacrificial on these highways
    It's super slimy I know crime pays
    And make your pupils dilate
    Know some niggas in the pen eating noodles and gravy
    Know some niggas in the trench trying to maneuver to safety
    I won't lie it's the ruins that saved me
    I ain't never have a wife or a kid, I'm trapping, two and a baby
    Body fluid full of juices, drop a two and I'm lazy
    Just copped madula from my tutor
    She be chewin' like crazy
    Alliteration made me famous, litigation a hanging
    Choosing routes, hella dangerous
    Integrating with plaintiffs
    Trying to cop a nine-11 like the day that those planes hit
    But I'm staying with my mom I ain't got money to play with
    Made a promise on my body I'm going to punish the payment
    Make my pockets super sloppy and they are going to copy my cadence like
    Metal platinum, watch water, that'll keep her looking
    So elemental, they mistake me for a P of cookie
    Ain't no excuse you got to keep a fully
    I see em, sneaking, creeping through that window
    I got the Reaper hoodie
    Moving on from the storm
    I grind all day, give me the strength to carry on
    You got to feel it, cause I spit it from the heart
    Had to get it off the ground, this is what I'm on
    Yeah, yeah
    You ever made it to a four way from a 14
    Glocky with the beam, the boom sound like my heartbeat
    They say they get it back in blood
    But that's okay cause we all bleed
    The way Moe came back, they thought it's Illuminati
    Horsing around in the lac like it's the new Ferrari
    In tune with platoons, clear out the rumors properly
    My hitter like shawn marion he be shooting sloppy
    Saw mama broke that left my heart tangled
    You pledge allegiance to a flag
    I'm from the dark right where the stars spangle
    They saw my vision from a broad angle
    Talking Digi through these writtens
    While in hopes that I could ball major
    But where I'm from they just respect the violence
    Tecs and choppers, helicopters
    Swinging around this bitch here come the teleprompter
    Red beam on the shadow of a opp
    To silhouette the challenge
    Never write a check you can't cash, gotta check the balance
    Yeah it's malice cause mama dropped me on the head
    Genius as it gets I thought that I belong in special ed
    Fishbowl, swimming in that thing painted pepper red
    Kickin' so much game, they thought I had a extra set of legs
    Moving on from the storm
    I grind all day, give me the strength to carry on
    You got to feel it, cause I spit it from the heart
    Had to get it off the ground, this is what I'm on
    Yeah, yeah
    You ever made it to a four way from a 14
    Glocky with the beam, the boom sound like my heartbeat
    They say they get it back in blood
    But that's okay cause we all bleed
    3 min
  • Hot Hands
    King Moe - Hot Hands
    @kingmoenc
    Lyrics:
    I ain't gonna lie yea yea
    I did that
    Yea I did that I really live that
    You know what I'm saying
    Uh
    This might be true
    But you know it ain't right
    Can't live my life
    Had that work on the stove
    I finelle that price
    Cause the scale won't right
    But don't touch that stove
    Cause they say it's fire
    Lot of lead in this fire
    That was so long ago
    But my hands still hot
    Yea my hands still hot
    Aye this ain't no joke
    Back then I was so broke
    I couldn't do the standard
    So I went and got a O
    I percolate me some Dro
    You'll think King Moe the newest Hammer
    Now I'm on TV and doing damage
    Used to brеak in your crib
    And search through the channels
    I'll brеak on a bitch in some Gucci sandals
    Or run down on your clique
    With exclusive ammo
    DJs ain't the only ones looping samples
    Saw a fiend hit the pipe just to levitate
    Get no spookier than that
    You can rewind this track
    He gon probably OD when the record break
    What you smelling is probably a dead body
    What you hearing is pain with the trebled bass
    Quarter pounders got me getting fed properly
    Had to sell lucky 7s in section 8
    Used to fuck with a bitch who was selling sage
    Light a candle for me as I Star search
    Man fuck all that rap
    Gon hit that little nigga up
    With the pump until his car burst
    I'm a demon with Tetris my block cursed
    Praise the lord
    Cause it could've been far worse
    Ask my cousin Dearlo
    Before Instagram and a follow
    I sold me some block work
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    This might be true
    But you know it ain't right
    Can't live my life
    Had that work on the stove
    I finelle that price
    Cause the scale won't right
    But don't touch that stove
    Cause they say it's fire
    Lot of lead in this fire
    That was so long ago
    But my hands still hot
    Yea my hands still hot
    This might be true
    But you know it ain't right
    Can't live my life
    Had that work on the stove
    I finelle that price
    Cause the scale won't right
    But don't touch that stove
    Cause they say it's fire
    Lot of lead in this fire
    That was so long ago
    But my hands still hot
    Yea my hands still hot
    Cop a eighth from me and
    I'm going to hit it with the shake
    I ain't have to google that
    Dc tell me watch what I say
    But I don't care who react
    I'm from that Wayne County
    In that Tarheel state
    Man that shit like a booby trap
    So even though I'm top rhyming everyday
    I'll still knock a noodle back
    Cause when it's war I'm the loosest canon
    Snooze a nigga
    Like motherfucking new Pajamas
    Baby Drakey on me throw a stupid tantrum
    Then lay up with a bitch and get too romantic
    All I need is three sixes that's too satanic
    Bitches sipping Lasseire
    Like the newest Brandy
    Kidd told me go in cause it's too apparent
    I got bars full of smoke
    I'm like who could challenge
    I was eight when Mane
    Showed me the Tre five seven
    With black tape around the handle
    Way before I would rock designer
    I wore black and white skis am I a panda
    I never focused on playing ball
    Cause I felt like A.I ain't have the answer
    Way before I touched California
    I sold me a pack straight from Calabasas
    This might be true
    But you know it ain't right
    Can't live my life
    Had that work on the stove
    I finelle that price
    Cause the scale won't right
    But don't touch that stove
    Cause they say it's fire
    Lot of lead in this fire
    That was so long ago
    But my hands still hot
    Yea my hands still hot
    It might be true
    Even though it ain't right
    Can't live my life
    Work on the stove
    The scale ain't right I finesse that price
    Ouu under pale moon light
    Under pale moon light
    4 min

About King Moe

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Terrence Lemont Faison (born April 22, 1993), known professionally as King Moe, is an American rapper, songwriter, and record producer from Goldsboro, North Carolina. King Moe started taking his career seriously while he was active duty in the US Army. He is affiliated with Active military and veteran musicians in a collective called Ninja Punch Music. NPM is ran by TMR aka The Marine Rapper. King Moe is mostly known for his appearance on DFD music’s album Hits The Collection. That song is called “Bands on the way”, which features legendary hip-hop recording artist/record producer Pastor Troy.