KING

Past couple months I've been depressed Hold up, just gimme one song to flex When I come up on the track you know I'm up next Pretty soon you know I'll be getting checks I don't really care bout having all that ice on my neck Sunday evening, chilling out on the deck I don't got no hoes but I still get sex Meeting up a couple months after we dating through text, okay Bring in the bass, hit you in the face Pull up with the 38, see you bolt like Usain Pussy boy talking shit, what the f*ck are you saying? Talk shit, can't spit, Imma blow out your brain If you try to pull up, I'll be going insane Pull a fucking Desert Eagle right up out of the range Wanna talk shit? Say it right to my face Try to pull shit, I'll kill everyone in this place Bouta pop off, got blood on my hands Don't give a f*ck about my life cause we all die in the end I don't really care to tie up loose ends Call me Harry and Marve, cause I'm breaking in Even though I've been broken down I'm still gonna come right for the crown When I pull up, you know I shut it down 10 shots, 10 Glocks, you get shot down Bitch, you know I got that Szechuan flow Why you act like you don't know how it goes? Never put sugar all up in my nose But you know that I am still getting that blow Talk bout my struggles but you do not know Think I have it easy I'm white? F*CK NO That's the type of shit that make me go cut throat Call them underwear cause they won't get off my nuts, hoe Yuh Bitch, you know that I will die a motherfucking king All that shit you bitches talk don't mean a motherfucking thing Motherfucker, you know I will die a motherfucking king All that shit you bitches talk don't mean a motherfucking thing