[Verse 1 – Nater Husser]

King of the burgz
King of the bity
I got ya hoe litty
No one fucking wimme
I got the block jumpin
A whole lotta chizzees
Whole lotta gwap
Whole lotta busy
I’m outta the city
I’m in a benzie
Running up clicks
Skrrt off my ends
I got spots inna 6
Fuck do it look like I’m a lick
Can’t move like anybody I’m VIP
Funny how I smell like gwap when I’m the shit
Came from wearing black on the block with a blick
I’m a son of a gangster
You son of a bitch
Sonning n***as like they fell out my dick
I take shots like sick
I’m in the lab erry day like Rick
I’m in slab w a dash full a tickets
Wipe my nose I’m slimy no vicks

Slide lowkey ion want no pics
Ride paranoid I done hit a lotta licks
Move a lotta pounds, tote a lotta sticks
Made a lotta rounds and I’m proud of it

Got a problem wimme I don’t got a shit
To give a n***a who don’t got a pot to piss
Even if he got it I don’t bother with

I’m a cocky n***a, and I back up all of it
Outta here

[Verse 2 – Snotty Nose Rez Kids]

You know I’m bout my business snotty nose ain't never Nosy
Mostly do this for the culture and the ones who came before me
They said rapping ain’t for Neechies, you should see my case of trophies
I put in my 1000 hours took my shot (KOBE)
I’m the type to call the shots, rather die then call the police
They the type to shoot ya down while getting groceries out at sobeys
Last year I met my idols now a days we more like homies
Man, They used to pass torches now a days it’s fire emojis
I’m so tired of blowing kisses man fuck this social distancing
Posed to be my year tell me what we really witnessing
Posed to make a milli for the villie, least the bills are paid
Hold this crown for me, while I fix my braids
Im the king of the city and Ive been it for a minute
Poppin bottles getting litty, got my baby sipping wit me
She a savage lil biddie, lil lighter than some henny
God damnit im just living, like the king of the city
[Verse 3 – Snotty Nose Rez Kids]

I close my eyes, let the spirits talk...they’re my ghost writers
They ride with me every I walk...they’re my ghost riders
A warrior baby, we born fighters
I’m ever sick, no corona virus
I like copper way more than diamonds
I love me, I’m self-righteous, I know

Son of a matriarch, I praise my granny over Grammys
Heart on my sleeve, I got it tatted
Dying breed, real deadly, yeah
Long hair, don’t care, don’t at me, yeah
I light my sage like Kyrie, yeah
I rock two braids, I’m Boujee, yeah
I hit my dance like Hobiyee, I’m ready

Revolutionary
We rock masks like Jim Carry, what’s good?
Ancestors behind me, can’t fuck with me like
Virgin Mary, i’m good
Close my eye lids, Neechiedamus, got the vision baby, come look
Be legendary, I’m swinging like I’m Tiger Woods

Yuck sue yaach, I’m Superbad
Where I’m from, I’m Superman
Windigo, I’m in the flesh
When in doubt, bet I go rez
Whooo shit, look at the kid
My native tongue, I hit a lick
Yuck Sue Yaach DP, you bad it take
[Verse 4 – DillanPonders]

I got n***as on the block with me
Finna pop with me man please don't talk to me
I'm like Socrates, we don't play like soccer teams
I can't fuckin sleep, I think talk is cheap
I'm on bean, filled with honesty, honestly
I can see that they doin the most
I put the crew in a boat
Used to be homeless I'm new to de dough
I been to hell and back you wouldn't know
All of my n***as we follow a code
Got a few bitches who swallow it whole
I'm bout to go and buy my girl a pole so she can start dancing when I'm inn the zone, I rarely answer the phone
One of one that's in the tone
All of my n***as are grown
All of my n***as are known
They know I been i the throne
I got unlimited modes I'm setting the tone
I bee the man cus I'm ready to be
They been asleep and it's getting to me
I am inevitably the G.O.A.T. no one better than me
Ya whiskey and water
Drinking them out the bottle
Little bit of marijuana
Feeling like Maradona
Sippin Americana's
Been with a model, been with a mistress been with a momma
All of my cheques needs a few more commas
All of my days ned a lot less drama
Found a new girl gave the old one ugh
Found a new girl gave the old one trauma
In a hot box living life in a sauna
Y'all are apolling, never look back Ponders been evolving
Me and my slime gunna ball like Gates for the sake of the rhyme finna Ball like Spalding
I need big bags for these racks
I need an extra room for these stacks
I tend to bulldoze through dese packs
Been throwing big bows on these tracks
Me and my kin fo we int tact
I'm like King Joung how I blast
Fuck y'all man I'm blacking out
They be like Dillan relax
They know I been on the throne