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[Intro]
This shit was hella fun, I ain’t even gon’ lie… King
He just spit that fuego
These niggas all better lay low
Competition? No one able
It’s fact that my flow is fatal
You think you the king? No way ho
Snatch ya crown, give back a halo
They dead! (Yup)
The King! (That’s me)
No lie! (Never)
Amen! (Murder)
[Verse 1]
I’m simply complicated in hopes of making some billions
Living a contradiction it’s Columbine every lesson
Compilations of „writtens”, got obligations to kill ’em
These niggas becoming victims each page of my composition
Obsolete opposition, my occupation’s to dig ’em
Holes, you know that I’m ripping, the new school leader has risen
Hoes, they liking my sentence, they love the syntax and diction
I swiftly send texts and dick ’em then I just quickly dissmiss ’em
AMEN (Murder)
[Verse 2]
This for you impostors who posin’ but like my posture
An orphan, I’m like no other, can’t son me if I’m your father
So Papa pulling some pistols, pop ya’, turn ya pasta
Put my peers up on my platter, I want platinum, fuck this copper
Verbally he a AK, chop ya’, you call the coppas
They calling for helicopters, that’s choppers on top of choppas
And now you niggas more shook than epileptics with maracas
While moving doing the rumba, plates just be quaking under
The chronic is like tectonics, we shift it, putting up numbers
Everyone up in slumber, you better wake up this summer
We tearing this motherfucka down, ain’t no one above us
If y’all keep on overlooking I’m putting some bodies under
The King! (Amen)
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