[Verse]
My bitch start to feel like a vixen
No pot, to smell like piss in, I've arisen
N***as always plotting up decisions
Hitting the pen, it written
I make it in minutes, stay independent, woah
I want the whole Smith fam to feel me
The pyramid, I made is built to climb without any ceilings
N***as taking amoxicillin, it perks till I overdose off (xanax!)
My pack is jam packed, it stretched like spandex on Mr. Fantastic
In fact, I suggest that you faggots (panic)
When I come through I just match that
And came back with class acts
Get cheese with holes, and get stopped by rats
Write till the page is outta space, and plan it just in case
The bells don't ring like weddings, when the husband is baked
A sad turn, circle all around, till I pass hurt
And I'ma still be on these n***as necks, like a bench press
Smoke is pointless, without the cigarette, am I right?

[Hook]
Uh, bitch I am the kingpin, uh, woah [x3]
You will respect me cause I am the kingpin
I write with the kingpin [x2]
I am the kingpin
I sit in a chair like I am the kingpin
I am the keeper of this land, yes!
You will never bring down my stress, yes!

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