The throne

Yeah, I can't stop, man. I won't stop, you know what I'm sayin' I feel like, man, you know what I'm sayin'? A meteor comin' down, but, you know what I'm sayin' I'm standin' right there, man, about to stop it, you know what I'm sayin'? Before I hit the Earth I ain't got no time, cause my Rollie on vacation Do a new AP on, hoppin' out that spaceship, yeah Got a new thot, cause my old one impatient Tossin' a few squares in a rental car from Avis Shittin' on your crew, I don't feel constipated Standin' on the block, like I'm Anthony Davis When you sittin' on the throne, you can never be ungrateful Cameras on the drone, on a mission like Halo Hey, hey, hundred percent, got a mansion by the water That's the beach house, beware the dog signs Others sayin' keep out, yeah All to start, we don't need to use a key now She in my inbox, I have to catch her on the rebound, yeah Three groupies with me, call them Destiny Child White fur, mink shoes, made with crocodile Bust it down on the table, that's somethin' sour loud This an AK, this a MAC, help me reconcile, yeah Couple chickens get dumped, 23 apiece, yeah He made 30 racks, put some diamonds in his teeth, yeah Call the shots in the streets, cause they know he cheap Choppin' off legs, heads, arms, and feet, yeah I kick it hard like karate, sippin' on Dom P Cuz I'm rich and black, that's R&B, yeah Movin' in a G-Wagon, that's a foreign G, yeah R.I.P. Nip Hustle, died at 33, yeah I ain't got no time, cause my Rollie on vacation Do a new AP on, hoppin' out that spaceship, yeah Got a new back, cause my old one impatient Tossin' a few squares in a rental car from Avis Shittin' on your crew, I don't feel constipated Standin' on a block, like I'm Anthony Davis When you sittin' on the throne, you can never be ungrateful Cameras on a drone, on a mission like Halo, yeah Liftin' up them doors, on a brand new McLaren Shout out to my cousin, Jarell, Adrian, and Aaron Shoppin' up in Paris, with a girl named Paris Diamonds cut in a chain, 10 carats, came from Jerez, yeah A baby by me, she just hired her surrogate Super-duper swag, and I'm too damn arrogant, yeah Rollin' up a Swisher, with that green like asparagus, yeah Got a gun by my waistline, they be thinkin' I'm a terrorist Your main man be snitchin' before he made it to the cop car, yeah Dumb-dumbs open up his top, like a Pop-Tart, yeah She want an autograph, they label me a rockstar, yeah Rappin' for a livin', but I made it on the pop charts It ain't nothin' sweet around here, but diabetes The media takin' shots, they gettin' too greedy Spray-paint the whole cameraman's shirt up like graffiti Actin' bipolar right now, they callin' me Yeezy