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Lyrics
Hook:
I'm a king of the down, take a look around.
take- take a look around. take a look around. (3x)
Verse One:
K.I.N.G. If you be talking about the kid.
Ask around your hood, I bet they know about me, kid.
Bigger than a boss- I never touch work.
When it goes down, I only count the paperwork.
See how my paper work? I'm a slave owner.
Whip and stack paper, 'til my profit grows.
I'm a baker man, so I got loaves in the stove.
That means my bread's hot- burn right through my clothes.
Hundred and twenties- surrounded by snow bunnies.
They not caucasian, I mean, they snow bunnies.
Like the snow man, Mr. 7-2-5.
Killers on the roof- that love to nose dive.
And I run it all, the great orchestrator.
Crowd manipulator, big figure calculator.
Off with this is head... if they become an agitator.
The shottie will levitate ya- put ya underneath nature.
(Hook)
Verse Two:
I know they watching me, I know they see the work.
Sitting on the grown, counting my royal oats.
I'm the king by blood, so I don't need your votes.
Popular by demand, look, I got fans.
This is my town- so, get down or lay down.
I'm a problem, so whatn I bust, you stay down.
Nowaays, I gotta watch what I say.
'Cause n***as got wires on them, like it's part of they vein.
I'm outta my brains, I'm knocking n***as outta my lane.
I alter ya frame with one pump- releasing the flame.
Remember the name, I'm the best- regardless of the fame.
Crocadile dundee- so my money boomerang back.
Call it Chun Li- the way the nine kick back.
Like a refund- mess around and get some shots back.
'Cause they wack n***as don't know how to act.
'Til I treat them like a recliner-
and make them n***as lean back.
(Hook)
Verse Three:
I'm the King, man, I know you heard the hook.
And this is my town, so get down or laydown.
That's why I rock this crown around all my dome piece.
If I can't have peace, n*I**as gonna feel the piece.
All I feel is love, anytime that I'm in the streets.
Now, if we talking turf, ya'll under my madden truckin' cleats.
I'm a bad boy, all about my benjamins.
Meet me in the kitchen, we can talk about them dividends.
Yes, I'm a baller, yes, I'm in my own league.
Hoodie with a weapo on me, like the game assassin creed,
Bow if you want, salute if you choose.
I'm on 95- with absolut- while I cruise.
I took that that white boy- we call it tom cruse.
45 caliber chrome, knock ya out ya shoes.
I'm talking matrix- but you can't doge that.
Fit in my hand like a glove- money, I flips that.
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