King - Intellectual

[Verse]

(They tell you)

Get in line, do the things that they want you to do

Follow everything they say I hope my movement’ll suit you

Matter fact, I been hoping it don’t

Cause I know that they can’t affect me yeah I’m knowing they won’t

I won’t follow their code

I’m clocking out on rap standards

Need to be indecent so I disrespect on following manners

I’m acting out throwing tantrums

Ripping the canvas

Their fingers sticky and poisonous

Battle me its a hazard

I got the armor on

Shield of faith sword it’ll cut into every

Motion or allegation of evil, rebuttal on any

Frontline to make me stop moving or fall

I don’t want the crown, know that I ain’t following y’all

I stand tall, He’s holding me up

Y’all better adjust

We tough you ain’t shutting us up

Looked the temptress right in the eyes and said “run”

They coming at me and they loaded and they telling me

[Hook]

You gotta be the King, nice clothes, nice shoes, break rules

Smoke this, drink this, man it’s all about you be the King

Y’all can’t tell me who I am, interfering with the plan

Coming at my God’s dangerous for you, he’s the King

Come and do it like this, sign the dotted line

Live to my design, let your moral mind slip, be the king

I’ve already got a spot on the team

You can give your best shot but you’re off

I ain’t gotta be the king

[Verse 2]

Boy I can tell you want me in the trenches

Sleeping on the benches

Seeking money from your evil

Cooking lies up in my kitchen

I’m not in a position to say that I’ve never listened

Or acted based on your words, just following your prescription

You’re not gonna catch a man slipping

Or be like every rapper out there, tripping

Given you might catch a man switching up the cadence he’s ripping

Dipping in the church faith living

Truth being told you ain’t stopping me, ain’t gonna drop lost in your commas

You ain’t allowed in my thoughts I’m not locked in your coffin

I’m fine with passing on flexing I hit up the mall

To get a cinnamon roll at Cinnabon with my mom

And I’ll provide you no apology

Obvious I’m unusual

They may wanna copy me

Hope my movement’s amusing you

I ain’t gotta try and be better than dudes

I’m fine with being the kid in his own line

What that means is it’s my own line got my own time and that’s so fine

On my own clock on my own dime

Got the new rhymes and the old rhymes it’s a gold mine

It’s mind blowing cause I know I don’t fit

I don’t need any approval or validation for this

I’m get to the next track and ain’t no making him quit

Got a drive that is taking me anywhere it’s a lyft

And the driver got the direction I just follow his list

And ain’t no stopping kid knowing who he is, man