My reign begins now (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

My reign begins now

[PackFM]

I’m the king of the ghetto, suburban revival

At least a third of my rivals getting served on arrival

6-11-77: the birth of your idol

Droppin’ 3 16’s like a verse in the bible

Now 30’s the new 20, I’m no longer 19

Spent my whole life being, a po’ mic fiend

And this ain’t no pipe dream, even though it might seem

Like I’m flying’ in circles with no right wing, PackFM

Born and raised out in Brooklyn, with the name of a Muslim and the ways of a hoodlum

7 days in a week, and I’m just praying for a good one

To a sky with no limits, but I damn sure pushed ‘em

The game never change, off the brain still the same

No politics, save kissing Babies for Lil Wayne

I done came a lil’ way, ain't too far from the top

Its so easy to explain why its hard for me to stop, I’m the king

Sucka MC’s should call me sire

I won’t stop rocking till I retire

[PackFM]

I’m negative 1 in your top 10, ‘cause whenever I’m rockin’

It’s breath taking people gonna think you’re beat boxing

(uh 1, 2?)

Ya’ keep on and don’t stop it

I’m bad to the bone, chromosomes and hemoglobin

My people ain't fed? Trust me there will be no gobblin’

Til we sitting’ at the table eatin’, I don’t see no options

When my thought bubble poppin’ I say the shit directly

Niggas talk a lot, but barely touch the surface like jet skis

I want y’all to listen to me, Relax it isn’t too deep

And if it is,then sue me, watch that first step, its a doozy

I’m on a mission to be, the illest kid on two feet

I paint your mind pictures, close your eyes, you’ll see a movie

Y’all niggas barely move me, I need a different routine

The scene just isn’t unique time for me to flip a new leaf

I feel like it’s my duty, to make these kids salute me

When I tip my crown, take a bow, all hail the new king

Sucka MC’s should call me sire

I won’t stop rocking til I retire

[PackFM]

Okay now wait just a second, if you don’t know what I stand for

By now you started with the wrong record

Either way you gon’ respect this, don’t get the wrong message

This song is directed at rappers gone reckless

See I got a long checklist, to protect this I will shoot to kill

Sounds stranger than fiction but I will for real

If I talk it imma walk it, so don’t you ever doubt the fact

My actions will prevail over my words in a shoutin’ match

So rally up the troops, and notify the cavalry

The boogie-woogie Brooklyn boy is at it again

This for no one in particular and everyone specifically

I never wanna hear the word “swagger” again

If I do, then the madness begins

Heed the warning

Fuck your vanity I sacrifice my sanity for all this

When it’s all said and done and every damn song’s recorded

Imma leave you with nothing to stand on

Flawless