[Intro]
Yeah, let's see what this shit is about real quick, It's King

[Verse 1]
Yah, ayo, I wrote for all the famous
N***as just don't hang with a famous made
I pull your card, we talking best rappers
Let's call it spade a spade
The paper made from casket wood
I put the verse in hearses, bury it
It surface later grater like Jada verse at [?] scary shit
What you hearing is perfect
But you can't hear it
And your hearing is perfect
My words is priceless
Your ears are just worthless
I beat you black blue 'till it's tattoo
Tears on thеse verses, sеrvice my peers
Then appear at the service
N***a so see through, they see through
Like clearly they nervous
If a diss appear I make ‘em disappear with his surface
Watch what you speak on
I been beating them with freeze
Since [?] said put a beat on
Wanna be a genius just fall asleep to me with repeat on
Let's get the metric straight
Me living rent free in they brains is just dangerous
'cause they wake up with a section ate
Speaking of Section 8
I'm from where bastards
Rob you with Glocks and pastors
Rob you with collection plates
To catch your fate
You had to fund it with crack
I'm from the real trenches
Nothing like the ones in your raps, (facts)
We even balling out running to the [?]
Or building dreams off heroin
'till the feds pinches
Waking up in cold sweats
Pockets getting low stress
The blow look like wet sand
Stretch bands like bro flex
Before we flooded [?], it was hair and bones and gold sets
Bubble Goose's, tech 9's, Air Max and low sweats so fresh
I'll bag a bad bitch make her a fly recruit
No bread, never spoon
Just send her back like flies in soup (that's actually crazy)
All I leave is leg twitches, my head itches
You n***as bag bitches not to be prostitutes (what)
Would I blow up the Spotify
Talk about the [?]
Make Apple Music underground
With the proceeds multiply
If they ain't love your truth
Would you start to lie (hahaha)
Ayo, fuck it I'm back baring up
Chalking guys drawing targets up
Pulling [?] up, talking fly
You got bitches in groups chats
Talking 'bout how hard you try
Emojis and awkward eyes
Your confidence is falsified
My boy is giving stalker vibes
They try to push the art aside
Couldn't make better shit
They failed to be competitive when I leveraged it
From the artist side
I'm showtime with these lines
To the kids findind me now
I'm coach prime in his Prime
I'm both Optimus Prime and Megatron
Doc. Octopus with an extra arm
With shit get sketchy then a weapon drawn
My set of horns grew some angel wings
And put me on [?]
'cause Lord knows, rappig this good is a sin
I backtrack the backpack and that's facts
But I'm back black and i'm back on [?]
I even left flats on they bandwagons
Tell your favorite rapper
I said his half ass raps slack and
By the time he get this picture [?]
The Snapchat app crashing
Imagine clashing with the fire I possess
You could either get inspired or retired to your death
N***a quiet on a set
I'm cooking you n***as extra cheesy
And this recipe was provided by the chef
Ask Raekwon the ghost face was provided by the meth
I'm an addict in the attic
You ain't by the bottom step
God, jail broke my conscience
To the highest iOS
Rappers come and ger these stripes
And stop crying to the ref, n***a