The King - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

All because he is a kid, you always seem to doubt him

He's from the bottom

Insane asylum's got nothing on him

PK's always been a problem

The People's Champ, now tell me

Can you smell what I'm cooking

They wanna' find a new star, but are they really looking

These past years, rap has gone down hill

They say my music's contagious, because my bars are just ill

Man! I'm such a savage

I'm killing rabbits while eating carrots

And PK's no different, just one of the average

A little black kid, begging for a rap gig

Claiming that he's super dope, and getting all this cabbage

Stuntin' is a habit, and you know i'm bout it

Must be getting bigger, because my inbox getting crowded (yea)

Drizzy flow be getting busy yo

Your talking gangster, and now you one of the typical

Nobodies messing with your boy name P

I rock bottom my challengers like WWE

[Hook]

Ever-since I was a kid

I've been tryna' make me a name

Continue doing my music

And making it in the game

And when my time comes

Nothing will remain the same

And the people will be saying

He was born to be the king

[Verse 2]

Now do not get me wrong, im not tryna' make any rivals

Im just a young champion trying to retain my title

An All American Idol, that the people looking up too

Ending your career, and still making it before curfew

I'm a rap rookie, clowning you rap veterans

Coming up with the bright rhymes

Miniature Thomas Edison

No one comes to comparison

I am too original

Lyrical individual making rappers sound pitiful

Bring on the challenger, I make them all edible

Smashing my competition, then eat them like they're some vegetables

Call me mister incredible

I be going beast mode

Fully mastered the game and didn't use a single cheat code

No need for a reload

Spitting's my ammunition

Illuminating these rappers, I got that killer precision

No one is in my division, I be ballin' all day

Remember these two letters

Add a P and add a K (Im Gone)