YeahHello, ladies and gentlemenHit-BoyI made the fade famous, the chain famousQB on my chest match the stainlessAmazing Grace, I’m gracefully agingWithout masonry, I made more paper to play withNo rap in my playlist, sold dimes on my day shift (King)So, can I breathe? Can I walk? Can I speak? Can I talk?Can I floss without you wanting me outlined in chalk?Family gossiping, pocket watching himJealousy keeps blossoming, ain’t let it box me in (King)‘Cause you are not a king if you can’t come out a thingThat you got yourself in, claiming nobody helpingThe stupidest part of Africa produced Blacks that started algebraProof, facts, imagine if you knew that as a child, bruhNostalgia, how I remember thingsRemember crowns, remember, kings
They want your reign to cease (King)You a king, you will be next to me, doing your own king shit, most definitelyWe’re so “Say less when I speak”, y’all estrogen speakRespected by kings only, address me as chiefInvested in things only a vet wouldOnly lames front on kings, that’s expected from creepsYou mad at my niggas and any woman with any interest in meYou could’ve made it (You was good), look at all the time wastedNow you gotta retract statements, shoulda stuck to the basicsAll you had to do was tell the truth, like, fuck all the fake shitYou should want every brother to make it outBut brothers want trophies, they troll for cloutRap is weird, weird flex, but okayYou ain’t as ill as you think, you just okayYou got pressed in the hood, fix your jibs up, I’m on topStop fighting it, yo, stop with the over-righteousnessIt’s so lame, this media circus greedy and worthlessMy life got ’em tight, why they wanna see me hurt up? (Why me?)Real kings everywhere, stand upIt come with the game (King’s Disease)