The Young Kiid Trinna make it
All my haters just hate it
My enemies trinna get it
How did I make it?
How did I make it?
Got love for the mic like an addict
I was the best with no verdict
Been dabbing like a vulture
Been sagging its a culture
Been walking on the pasture
Serving rappers Im the Barman
Taking shots like Im Ironman
At the butchery,man I see my fan
All these rappers make me ill now
Checking the AP like who to kill now
My surname is King no wonder these n***as just bow
I passed time while they watching
I passed rappers while they psyching
Got ma timeline I see they liking
Got the pistol like bang bang
Got L.A like Wu-Tang
Got my haters like "Moon Gang"