[Chorus]
It's about to be a chilly Summer
I just woke up from a deep slumber
Tell every rapper in the city fuck 'em
I am back to claim what's mine, call me Killmonger
It's about to be a chilly Summer
I just woke up from a deep slumber
Tell every rapper in the city fuck' em
I am back to claim what's mine, call me Killmonger
(ay, yuh, yuh) Call me Killmonger
(ay, yuh, yuh) Call me Killmonger

[Verse 1]
I don't count on nothing, I just pray
And I don't ask for nothing, I give thanks
They keep throwing mad shade on my name
But I still count my blessings every day
Hey aunty, I wanna compete
This rap scene breeds complete, conceit
I browse online but I don't see anything on fleek
Clout chasers, I count sheep but I can't sleep
Bunch of selfie videos looking like Offset
Rapping off beat
Punches bar of soap slick
I don't spit bars, I cough bleach
High as fuck 'bout to go beast
I don't take drugs, I snort beats
I am on a side bitch, like palm trees
Hierarchy, I top it, I am car keys, I start shit
Get off my dick!
[Chorus]
It's about to be a chilly Summer
I just woke up from a deep slumber
Tell every rapper in the city fuck 'em
I am back to claim what's mine call me Killmonger

[Verse 2]
Heard' em say Sick sucks, now I'm on a witch hunt
Top of the todem pole, bitch cunt
I am a trampoline in the bottom of the toilet bowl
I make the shit jump!
Took her virginity, gave the bitch a fist bumb
Now she don't remember me, can't believe this slut
Suddenly has a bad memory
I used to treat her like an elephant, I fed her bug nuts
She said she's hot, I give her my popsicle
I call it Richard and I want Dick sucked
Grio my cocktail like a fist cup and get it mixed up
She's been sober for eight months
But when it comes to my cum, she's a "suiplap"
I'm gonna say this for the last time, Cape Town better wake up
They want Flames, I'm arguably Satan
I don't give a fuck if you Black or you Caucasian
If you rap you can get your head sawed off like a 12 gauge gun
Anybody sayin' Sicker ain't with the shits
Ask 'em are they "jas"
I been the illest for a minute
They will just never all admit it
Say I sound like so and so, tryna take away from these bars I'm spittin'
Say I sound too American and it fucking pisses off the "Chlora" in me
I "smaak" to drop an Afrikaans track and straight up murder the fucking genre with it
Fuck all you critics!
So called, real hip hop heads, but all your fitteds were counterfeited