[Produced by No I.D]

[Intro]

Uh

King

Zero!

I got it

Uh!

[Verse]

You are now havin' your sandwich made

With extra mayonnaise, 808's, and a hand grenade

'Cause any man could get played in my all in phase

I mean my flow past words like the log-in page. Ugh!

See how my last words do?

I put my log in your girl 'cause we passed words too

Your BM sent me a DM and you be chasin' that hooker

You steady stalkin' her Twitter, she gave me face when I booked her

She treat me like the Facebook logo. Now, that's a true slut

In other words, she f'in blew me 'cause I f'in blew up

Acknowledge my knowledge is polished. Cowards get power dropped

Man, my flow could make a suicide pilot apologize

I'm piling guys in a pile; a pile of guys on they pals

I silently swear I'll kill 'em, I'm finalizing my vows

Ugh! I'm shitting on them, I'm vitalizing my bowels

Like I took a vitamin, something vital lies in my bowels

I'm the truth times two. I ain't inviting lies, you should bow (Bow!)

(Pow, pow) I'm taking shots in the dark

While taking shots of the dog I'm taking shots at your thoughts

You can take these shots from a vet or I'm taking shots at your dawgs

They gon' have to have me shackled and tackled at tabernacles

While havin' my Adam's apple detached in a Baptist chapel

Attacked by the fastest travelin' javelin'

While attached to a dragon dragging a cage; these niggas gon' trap me

And while I'm laughing, I'm lappin' 'em, they collapse as I'm passin' 'em

Man, I'm coming with the K, like they lackin' Potassium. Ugh!

I'm Jordan from the free throw while every frame is in slow mo'

And every fan in the stands got they head in they hands like "Oh, no"

Somebody get the promo, so somebody flick the photo

And somebody stitch the logo, I'm bodying this shit, bro, bro. Get it?

You don't get it? My nigga, you gotta get it

I'm bodying this shit, his logo had his whole body in it

Oh my Ice-T, Coco, Ice Cube, Vanilla Ice

Tom Cruise and Vanilla Sky, tell these guys that I'm hella nice

Right, when I spit, it tear wind, the air bend

I'm wicked son, these niggas buns like hair pins

Amateurs, I scientifically handle bars

And you just Jodie, putting bikes together in your man's garage

Damn it, dawg, I fold this guy

I ain't talking 'bout no rapper, I said "Fold the sky." Nigga

In half and disperse the worse grin

As I write a verse in reverse that reverses the Earth spin

You worse than a scared nigga who popped the thing off then flee

I got a flow that can lock in and knock the wings off a flea

Yeah, I'm a king, I'm elite, I could never dream of defeat

I could Dr. King you a speech while I'm Rodney Kinging ya beat

You playing the victim, nigga, I'm saying the vicious scriptures

You niggas is in denial like you bathe in Egyptian rivers

I wrote this in Hieroglyphics, I'm focused and I am gifted

I hope that I just provoked you to notice that I am different

I feel so blessed, I should mention I pushed the depths of extension

Much higher my type of talent requires special attention

Kendrick, I think you genius. J. Cole got these niggas worried

Big K.R.I.T. is a southern killer, Wale is a visionary

Pusha been pushing so long, he truly defines a hustler

Meek did his time like a G, came back home and shined on them suckas

A$AP mastered the facets of fashion, snatching the essence

Of brandin' his whole fam and a no man demanding a presence

This nigga Drake nice on the mic and act

So many hits, he fucked around and brought light skin back

And Big Sean you did it, you really did it, no bullshitting

You putting the D on I could see the future, no Warwick

Get it? Dion Warwick, I went to war with

Critics like Jay Elec', I let him see

My exhibit, get it? Exhibit C

I exquisitely make a segue down to Tyler, my future's odd

I salute you, dawg, Mac Miller, young white boy track killer

Gotta feel that, I think real rap back, nigga

[Outro]

King