[Intro]

This shit was hella fun, I ain't even gon' lie... King

He just spit that fuego

These niggas all better lay low

Competition? No one able

It's fact that my flow is fatal

You think you the king? No way ho

Snatch ya crown, give back a halo

They dead! (Yup)

The King! (That's me)

No lie! (Never)

Amen! (Murder)

[Verse 1]

I'm simply complicated in hopes of making some billions

Living a contradiction it's Columbine every lesson

Compilations of "writtens", got obligations to kill 'em

These niggas becoming victims each page of my composition

Obsolete opposition, my occupation's to dig 'em

Holes, you know that I'm ripping, the new school leader has risen

Hoes, they liking my sentence, they love the syntax and diction

I swiftly send texts and dick 'em then I just quickly dissmiss 'em

AMEN (Murder)

[Verse 2]

This for you impostors who posin' but like my posture

An orphan, I'm like no other, can't son me if I'm your father

So Papa pulling some pistols, pop ya', turn ya pasta

Put my peers up on my platter, I want platinum, fuck this copper

Verbally he a AK, chop ya', you call the coppas

They calling for helicopters, that's choppers on top of choppas

And now you niggas more shook than epileptics with maracas

While moving doing the rumba, plates just be quaking under

The chronic is like tectonics, we shift it, putting up numbers

Everyone up in slumber, you better wake up this summer

We tearing this motherfucka down, ain't no one above us

If y'all keep on overlooking I'm putting some bodies under

The King! (Amen)