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[Intro]
King of kings? I might be able to relate to that…
Uh huh, king shit…
[Verse 1]
Hold on, let the kid speak
Eve passed the apple, I sunk in my teeth
Made some mistakes but repent at my knees
Sinner at heart but I ask Jesus, „Please!”
Ha, for that Jesus piece
Ambition, please don’t mistake it with greed
Avoiding the pen, ain’t no trapping from me
But I used the pen, this shit doper than ki’s
Whoa, so I give dope to the fiends
No, I supply hopes and dreams
Lyrical crack, cannot rehab these needs
Fiendin’ for real, that’s why they bump me
Fiend on’, phenomenal phenom
Chasing that success but they said he won’t
My verses are the vessel, we the shit, that’s known
Now everybody tryna board the ship we on
[Hook]
Well ain’t that something? (Uh huh)
Well ain’t that something? (That’s right)
Well ain’t that something?
Niggas think they got it but you know they all frontin’
Well ain’t that something? (It is)
Well ain’t that something? (Yessah)
Well ain’t that something?
Putting rappers underground, dawg I ain’t even gunning
[Verse 2]
Big up to badman who focus pon dreams
Money bring all and mi want everyting
Murder with hooks, the boy look like Kareem
Watch as mi gwan from a yute to the king
Bling bling, Rollies and rings
That is not Cody, this nigga’s so strange
He came in the game, this shit ain’t been the same
And he smashed every beat that we put in his way
Oh, and he from where they got locks?
Cock Glocks and we pop shots non-stop
Top notch we could hotbox a drop top
With a bad bitch and she ’bout to make the top drop
Spit what they serve…
These nigga’s move the rocks quick like they ’bout to violate the damn shot clock
Get what I deserve…
They told me don’t dance with the devil but I’m suited for this foxtrot
[Hook 2]
Well ain’t that something? (My nigga)
Well ain’t that something? (Yup yup)
Well ain’t that something?
From the same place as Usain but I ain’t running
Well ain’t that something? (Wussup)
Well ain’t that something? (God damn)
Well ain’t that something?
Plotted in silence, now you all know we coming
Gotta know, gotta know
Gotta flow, gotta flow
Gotta go, gotta go
Gotta blow, gotta blow
I don’t give a damn
The boy got a plan
Won’t stop, I can’t
Not ’til they say I’m the motherfuckin’ man
[Bridge]
People gon’ hate regardless of what you do homie
Like: „He ain’t go hard enough on this verse”
„He ain’t flow right”, „Fuck that nigga L, he ain’t shit”
You know what, let me get it back
[Verse 3]
King of kings, that’s royalty G
Throne on throne, we take our seat
Bone on bone, every rapper I see
Shone on shone, like they fucking siamese
’Bout 2 or 3, in the zone on D like a „2-3”
But these bitches ’bout 3’2″ beneath me
Dawg I ain’t got no feelings… so, how the fuck could you feel me?
But the real can feel this, life so worth living when you are the trillest
And you knew he would kill this, know that we grinding, ain’t no time for chilling
Whoa, I’m Houdini, did I mention? Spit magic, tricks poppin’ up every sentence
And the time is of the essence, my presence is presently a present to you peasants
KING… Man I gotta be something
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