[Intro]
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
You don't know what, uh, it takes to be a king
Pop out the cut, uh, you know that Glock gon' sing
Don't give no fuck, uh, just shoot up everything
Roll up a blunt, uh, just for the stress relief

[Verse]
Uh, glizzy got a flashlight, uh, out in traffic, four deep with five pipes
And this shit for his homie, that's who he die like
I hope my son good, the day I rock my last mic'
Uh, check a n***a temperature, I'm in this bitch with gang 'nem and we gon' send it up
And if we pop out at your club, we got 'em blickas tucked
I got that pump like gas stations, we gon' fill 'em up, bullets rip 'em up
In the mean talkin' millions with some Jordans and my hoodie on
Don't let 'em lack 'til you ain't know n***a come put me on
I feel likе I'm the hottest, they say I could bе wrong
No point in being modest, I snap on every song

[Chorus]
You don't know what, uh, it takes to be a king
Pop out the cut, uh, you know that Glock gon' sing
[Open Verse]