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Hol' up, uh, back on my bullshit
I'm packin' a full clip
I'm triggered, bitch, get back 'fore I
Pull it and let it rip, uh
(woo) hit you off from the hip-up, my Glock
It don't hiccup
You better get a grip and don't slip up
(yeah! ah)
Now put your hands where my eyes can
See like it's a stick up (yeah)
Make one false move, you gettin' lit up (brr)
'Cause I don't give a fuck like Bishop (no)
I'm crazy like a redneck in a pickup (c'mon)
Shit get ugly like Chauncey Billups (word)
Hol' up
Lemme fill up my cup with some fine wine
Your bitch wanna fuck
All I gotta do is find time
Said I just really want that Einstein (yeah)
But fuck it, watch her throw it back like
A Thursday on my timeline (woo)
Swear I'm so out of my mind
(word) the only one of my kind (c'mon)
Between me and you is a fine-line
I sell rhymes like dimes and leave MFs doomed
(doomed) since my first tunes
I've been raisin' hell from the tombs
(tombs)
Look, I'm gettin' hotter every June (yeah)
You say you with the smoke? Well
I'm with the heavy fumes (c'mon)
You got goons, I got goons (yeah)
Everybody got goons
Question is do you got the Cojóns?
You niggas coons that really need
To stop the buffoonery
'Fore I take it back on them
Start snatchin' they jewelry (gimme that)
You niggas talk tough but that
Shit don't be foolin' me (no)
Fuck around and this verse gon'
Be in your eulogy
This the type the of shit I do usually (ha)
I move indubitably and put these
Words together so beautifully (c'mon)
While I beat the beat up so brutally (uh huh)
Like cops in my community
Abusin' diplomatic immunity (psh)
Said I'm soon to be the
Greatest in your top five (yeah)
'Cause when I drop
Watch the rest drop just like flies (yeah)
They be shook when a nigga
Like me on the rise (yeah)
Cause I ain't afraid to look a lyin'
King up in his eyes, nigga, what?!
But what's a king to a God? Uh
Feelin' like the realest motherfucker alive
Uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
Cause bitch I'm tryna break even
Even over the odds, nigga
Huh, but what's a king to a God? Uh
Feelin' like the realest motherfucker alive
Uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
Cause bitch I'm tryna break even
Even over the odds, nigga
Ha ha! Let that shit breathe
Hol' up, let that shit breathe, ha ha!
Yeah, ill-minded child, let's get 'em
How many pieces? I'm eatin'
Forbidden fresh fruit (mm)
16 pieces, the sweetest, I feast on flesh too
(c'mon)
Verses bulletproof on the chessboard
Pick your best move (c'mon)
I already made mine, where's the next loop?
(Loop?) a hundred plus miles
I'm turnin' frowns upside down
Usin' every tool to close these tombs
Like King Tut right now (uh huh)
I'm cuttin' ties, then cufflinks might bounce
(uh huh) until the ground
Feel the urgency to bury me
Or worry my spouse (woo)
All this sleepin' I'm wide aroused
I'm right around fine chinas in Chinatown
Fine dinin' with lighter sounds
That's for the spliff, nobody make a sound
I came to wipe these babies down
With nothin' less than Egyptian
Cotton for towels (woo)
That's for cotton pickin' no doubt (doubt)
This lil' nigga just turned big nigga
You now are tuned in to the era where
We better than who's around
Fuck cheddar, give up the pounds (uh huh)
I told y'all niggas once and only now (right)
I think I'm going psycho for the sound
Only psychos I see around
Go 'round and 'round like a new carousel
(ah ha)
What's a king to a God? The difference
Is one of them don't compare themselves
I'm only here to make a
Name plus generational wealth (woo)
No kiddin', New York state of mind
I guess it was written
I'm out in Queens after I handle my business
(uh huh) i'm too ambitious
And I been flippin' physics way
Before I met critics
So whatchu saying to the dead
Or the livin'? God body, yeah
(ha ha)
But what's a king to a God?
Feelin' like the realest motherfucker alive
Uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
Cause bitch I'm tryna break even
Even over the odds, nigga
Yeah, but what's a king to a God?
Feelin' like the realest motherfucker alive
Uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
Cause bitch I'm tryna break even
Even over the odds, nigga
What's a king to a God?
Feelin' like the realest motherfucker alive
Uh
Kill a nigga 'fore I let him push me aside
Cause bitch I'm tryna break even
Even over the odds, nigga
WRITERS
JO-VAUGHN VIRGINIE SCOTT, MILES BALGOCHIAN
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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