[Intro: Pupinia Stewart, Minons, Kendrick Lamar, JPEGMAFIA]
So today, I was at the crane machine, and
I was, you know, I was rooting for something
I have this Webkin charm bracelet
You see, lots of charms
And there was one in the corner of the crane machine, and
I had my youtube money on me
And just, you know, reeling in, put in a fifty dollar
I tried, loads and loads of times to like
Get the charm in the corner
But what I was left with... (hahahahahaahah)

If you know me
You know how every time I see one of these things anywhere
I have a meltdown
I start to cry, and just
I'm trying to avoid any sort of, contact with my eyes with this thing
But its so bright and yellow (hahahahahahah)

Yeah, miss me with that bullshit
You ain't really wild you a tourist (Yeah)
I be blacking out with the purist, I- (I be blacking out with the purist)
(Yeah)

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
And it's like that, lil' bitch
MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah, that bite back, lil' bitch
Do it bite back, lil' bitch? Need two life jackets, lil' bitch
I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you
I ain't gon' front you, keep it one-hundred, I don't-
[Verse 3: Jay Swingler & Jay Rock]
Red light, freeze
In my own lane there's no traffic for me
Fuck the world, I got the game on it's knees
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
Red light, freeze (I've been)

[Verse 4: Jay Rock & Jay Swingler]
Ready, my whip been ready, my bitch been ready, my clique been ready
My shit's been ready, my check's been ready, my shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready, my tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up, my name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up, ménage à trois, my queen gon' roll up
I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready, I reign all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it-
In death, yeah!

[Bridge: Pupinia Stewart]
I just hate you!

[PreChorus: Jay Swingler]
Red light, freeze
In my own lane there's no traffic for me
Fuck the world, I got the game on it's knees
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
Red light, green light
Red light, freeze
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullshit (Bullshit)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (A tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (The purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made five-hundred-thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (The weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (What you want)

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like
We like fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria
But I don't see it, I don't feel it-
Yeah
I don't feel it (Tapped in when I'm maxed)
I don't feel it (Tapped in when I'm maxed)
I don't feel it (Tapped in when I'm maxed)
I don't feel it (Tapped in when I'm maxed)
I don't feel it (Tapped in when I'm maxed)
I don't feel it (Tapped in when I'm maxed)
I don't feel it (Tapped in when I'm maxed)
I don't feel it
[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
Tapped in when I'm maxed in Comp-Town with the MAC-10s
And the pumps in the background I was absent
Never OG, standout, I was lackin'
Everything else, but doubt in the Magnum
Holdin' Magnums with a Magnum
N***a, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Bùyào, bùyào"
(Yeah, God)
Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Well ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree, fuck your feelings, fuck your culture
Fuck your moral, fuck your family, fuck your tribe
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y'all want me under
All hail King Killmonger