[Verse 1 - Don Cook]
Ayyo, screw what you seen
What you heard 'bout the dirt on my collar
I heard a dollar turns a man insane
First verse, so that fuckers get they hands to pray
Ayyo God, let a person get a chance today
Same calls to my cell from your ex-girl
Tell the bitch I let a girl stay if the eggs stirred
Get the bread served on a plate
In my bed curled up with my next girl
That's the best damn burnt eggs I've tasted
I prefer legs, not basic
Had our first date on the turnpike tasting her lip gloss
Then I unclipped bra, aced it
Call it lift off when the lift start shaking
I'mma drift off into space
Cause the rocket on my waist got a quick exhaust, not patient, Drop the chick off at her mom's
Not wasting my gas on a little bit of ass, I'm racing off

[Hook - Oshea]
I got snakes around me, aiming at my soul
Fuckers tried to drown me, I was at my lowest
Let 'em know in no time, you 'gon call me king
Let 'em know the throne mine, you 'gon call me king, aye
You gon' call me king, n***a, you gon' call me king
You gon' call me king, n***a, you gon' call me king
You gon' call me king, n***a, you gon' call me king
You gon' call me king, n***a, you gon' call me king
King, aye