Spark a blunt and read a scripture
I do my work I'm hella gifted

Just a mushroom cloud on the rise..
I reside where the light hides
Long after beams enter blackholes
Never to survive or be seen
Tide rise to the scene
Seen a black moon rise
High tide
Time to leave
Heres a spear for the road
And some ink for your treaties
And don;t shake hands with death cause he's needy
I'm grown
No more night lights on
I'm gone
With a staff and a gong
Funna wake n***as up
Bring back to the gold
To the sand
To the thrones
I'm demanding the throne
I'm the man in my town
And a pillar at home
We be caking out side till I get her at home
Bum me a square n***a give me a smoke
Putting yo city on
This is my Kingdom my home