[Intro: King-D Tha Problem]
Problem
It's levels to this shh
And I'm the boss lil' niggie

[Verse 1: King-D Tha Problem]
Stop it, lil' homie stop it
I don't want to embarrass you while your fans watching
All I do is work boy I stay clocked in
I swear talk is cheap I don't buy it when I'm shopping
You claim your girl fly, That's cause her coochie is a cockpit
I locked up the game better go and find a locksmith
I stay killing these artists it don't sit on my conscious
Now everybody put your hands up like a hostage
Boy that's not a option, I said it's not an option
Do it or things gon get rough like a mosh pit
I've been running this game and I'm still not exhausted
This a shot to anyone that's saying that I lost it
It feels like the Devils in this bit, Cause I spit that fire son
Since its levels to this shhhh, boy I'm on the highest one
We got ammo in da clip, fire when the rivals come
Got something special for your chick better get her to try to run
Ewwh, cause she nasty, nasty
Your 5 minutes of fame was last week ugh
If I see you, then out I'm attacking
Have you rolling up like you Jimmy from Degrassi ugh
My punchlines will leave your wounds ghastly
Your fans have you gassed up so just call me a gas leak ugh
Your girl is the opposite of classy
I'm dope have you seeing double Mary Kate and Ashley ugh
Bands a make her, bands a make her
Think I'm first like the J in Jamaica
Now your 2nd, 4th or last like the a in Jamaica
She ain't my girl and I ain't plan to take her
This dudes been feeling his self for too long
Now he's Armstrong like Lance
I swear your momma shoulda just said said eff it
And gulp gulp swallowed you when she had a chance
I'm nasty I know it, I'm ill, yea I noticed
Boy you just lied. We all know you ain't the dopest
If anyone boy I swear I'd be the closest
Cause im bout to blow up like c4 explosions
We know you sad I won't give you my condolence
I do it big like my whole body is swollen
When I come around I stay knocking boys down
Like they all was some pins now it looks like I'm bowling
Can you show me someone you think can compete
Ill give him a challenge that he can't complete
If he wanna battle I bet he'll get beat
He can't even beat me if he turned on the cheats
You see what you made yall created a monster
Who's hungry for sponsors, Grammy's, and Oscars
All the success and also sold out concerts
Boy can you read me like a teleprompter
These outsiders hating i swear that it's obvious
If you see a group of X's it's prolly us
Name a rap group that you know that can body us
Lookin' for body bags to stuff ya body in
Cause we're some killers that's killin' ya confidence
Cockiness, and down play your accomplishments
Cause boy my future looks promisin'
They say raps dead ill turn to a zombie then
Ewwh

[Outro: King-D Tha Problem]
I told y'all it's levels shh, Right?
And I told y'all i was on the highest one, right?
And that's way nobody mess with me or my clique, Believe that

K.G.M.G