[Intro: Bizzle]

They don't do it like the King do, yeah

Heh

Everybody a king?

Everybody a god, huh? Aight

[Chorus: Bizzle]

Tell 'em they don't do it like the King do, King do (Woo, yeah)

Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy)

And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy)

Believe me

They 'on't do it like the King do, King do (Yeah)

Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy)

And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy)

Real talk

[Verse 1: Bizzle]

Every other day

Another sucker on a record pushin' dirt up on the Lord' name (Yeah)

More money, more cars, get some more chains (Rrr)

This is a sure thing, only way that this'd go

Rich or poor, shove 'em in the box like a board game (Yeah)

Fool's lottery, if you think all that property

Gon' fit up in that box, you play way too much Monopoly

We are just the clay, He the Pottery, we the pottery (Yeah)

If He remove His hands, we in bad shape, follow me (Woo)

God Over Money, boy, that's just my philosophy (Yeah)

As long as I'm the realest, I'm the richest automatically (Agh)

Game full of lies, so they hatin' on my honesty

But I'ma tell the truth 'Til they body me

[Chorus: Bizzle]

And they don't do it like the King do, King do (Woo, yeah)

Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy)

And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy)

Believe me

They 'on't do it like the King do, King do (Yeah)

Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy)

And get your hands off the crown, boy (Uh, now, boy)

Real talk

[Verse 2: Bizzle]

Killer, killer, killer, killer

Mr. Killer, you 'on't really want it like you say, boy (Rrr)

Everybody wanna bang when it's their boy (Yeah)

Everybody want an issue 'til that magazine spray

And their centre fold, they don't wan' play, boy (Woo)

Ha, bullets hot, dawg, pipe down (Pipe down)

You talkin' like you tryna die right now

Truth is, if you get shot, you gon' cry loud

And every drop of gangster in your body gon' dry out (Real talk)

Uh, everybody wanna pop Rugers (Pop Rugers)

We love to brag about it like it's not foolish (Like it's not foolish)

They hate us 'cause we tryna put a stop to it

And we love to glorify murder 'til a cop do it (Yeah)

Never been a shooter, that was never me

Never disrespected anybody who respected me (Yeah)

Always kept it cooler when I knew that we was hecka deep (Uh)

Thirty-on-three's not gangster, that's hella weak (Yeah)

I know you got a strap, boy, I'm wit' it too (Uh)

But I don't let it change how I get at you

Y'all like 5-0, started for protection

The problem is, y'all become Bishop, then you get the juice

[Chorus: Bizzle & H.U.R.T.]

And they don't do it like the King do, King do (Woo, yeah)

Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy)

And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy)

Believe me

They 'on't do it like the King do, King do (Yeah)

Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy)

And get your hands off the crown, boy (Hold up, now, boy)

Real talk (Look)

[Verse 3: H.U.R.T.]

So you trappin' in your video and killin' in them songs (Uh-huh, yeah)

If he can't keep his word, then them lyrics did you wrong (Uh-oh)

'Cause you sleepin' in the 'burbs, and them visuals is phony (Woo)

I know everything he rappin' 'bout, I did it with my homies (I did it)

Gettin' money out the soil, huh? Somethin' like oil, right?

That don't make you loyal, bruh, you ain't even loyal 'cause (Nah)

You from the hood but you don't tell 'em nothin' good

You just sell 'em poison and them profits move you from the hood

Understood, it take a King to make a king, somethin' that a king do (Yeah, yeah)

Where's the dude that made you king? What's his name? King who? (Huh? Agh)

You send your kid to private school until mines bang (Agh)

You went to college but you only rap about the gang

Yahweh's the King, in your way, it seems (King)

To have me of way in hell, in the hallway of screams

Please believe, since there's just only one King

That can only mean one ting (I'm not a killer)

[Chorus: Bizzle]

And they don't do it like the King do, King do (Woo, yeah)

Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy)

And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy)

Believe me

They 'on't do it like the King do, King do (Yeah)

Homie, ain't nobody king you, king you, simmer down, boy (You, down, boy)

And get your hands off the crown, boy (Now, boy)

Real talk