[Chorus]
I'm a king, I’m a king
I'm prolly gon' die on the balcony
Rantoul, stay the fuck up
I got Champaign in the back of me (What up?)
Danville, this is our time (Let’s go)
All these n***as had it out for me (Ay)
But to bounce back this hard, man, you gotta be nice with the alchemy (Alchemy)
You gotta be nice with the wrist turn, gotta be nice with the wrist burn
Gotta be nice with the wrist turn
I'm a king, boy, I'm a king
I seen queens turn fiends, yeah
Young boys turn kings, man
I'm a king, I'm a king, so I'm prolly gon' die on the balcony

[Verse]
I'm a king, I’m a king
My mama knew that shit the day she gave birth to me, and (Uh)
For them rings, I’m Kareem, you fuck with 9Milly, I'll kill you, that’s courtesy
Now I'm back on the news like I'm Burgundy
Or you fight for your life up in surgery
I donе seen it all, done it all, I'm tellin’ you
So the bеst you can do now is murder me
I've seen wives turn hoes and a scene wiped by the O's and
Pray the fiends would come and cop this order while I'm chillin' with my daughter watchin' Dora
These n***as content with just gettin' by ‘cause reality got they ass scared of life
They the same ones that scream “Fuck a 9 to 5” and then go out and kill for a pair of Mikes
Bad bitches out in 202
On my lap like I'm Santa Claus
And even then I had white girl, Tristan Smith and Amanda Goff
So I had to be nice with the wrist game
Chains on my neck like I'm Rick James
I keep it 100 like Ben Frank
In the pen I grew nice with the pen, aye
From my high chair I was throwin' forks
Fuck Roy, I was Hoover son
I threw ‘em up like five fifths
And they had no clue what to do or somethin'
Dirty money, had to wash it off (Uh)
A hundred or better if I'm involved (Uh)
Black and white diamonds like soccer balls
Shout out to Baby D, [?] (What up, boy?)
I got the shit, you better tell ‘em, Moussa
What up Duke? What the lick read?
I told Chill, “I'm no Lupe Fiasco but he can pay me every 1st and the 15th”, ‘cause
I'm a king, I'm a king, so I'm prolly gon' die on the balcony and
Shout out to dummy who doubted me, I'll go to war for my kids and my salary, bitch
[Chorus]
I'm a king, I'm a king
I'm prolly gon' die on the balcony
Rantoul, stay the fuck up
I got Champaign in the back of me
Danville, this is our time
All these n***as had it out for me
But to bounce back this hard, man, you gotta be nice with the alchemy
You gotta be nice with the wrist turn, gotta be nice with the wrist burn
Gotta be nice with the wrist turn
I'm a king, boy, I'm a king
I seen queens turn fiends, and
Young boys turn kings, man
I'm a king, I'm a king, so I'm prolly gon' die on the balcony