[Chorus]

It's about to be a chilly Summer

I just woke up from a deep slumber

Tell every rapper in the city fuck 'em

I am back to claim what's mine, call me Killmonger

It's about to be a chilly Summer

I just woke up from a deep slumber

Tell every rapper in the city fuck' em

I am back to claim what's mine, call me Killmonger

(ay, yuh, yuh) Call me Killmonger

(ay, yuh, yuh) Call me Killmonger

[Verse 1]

I don't count on nothing, I just pray

And I don't ask for nothing, I give thanks

They keep throwing mad shade on my name

But I still count my blessings every day

Hey aunty, I wanna compete

This rap scene breeds complete, conceit

I browse online but I don't see anything on fleek

Clout chasers, I count sheep but I can't sleep

Bunch of selfie videos looking like Offset

Rapping off beat

Punches bar of soap slick

I don't spit bars, I cough bleach

High as fuck 'bout to go beast

I don't take drugs, I snort beats

I am on a side bitch, like palm trees

Hierarchy, I top it, I am car keys, I start shit

Get off my dick!

[Chorus]

It's about to be a chilly Summer

I just woke up from a deep slumber

Tell every rapper in the city fuck 'em

I am back to claim what's mine call me Killmonger

[Verse 2]

Heard' em say Sick sucks, now I'm on a witch hunt

Top of the todem pole, bitch cunt

I am a trampoline in the bottom of the toilet bowl

I make the shit jump!

Took her virginity, gave the bitch a fist bumb

Now she don't remember me, can't believe this slut

Suddenly has a bad memory

I used to treat her like an elephant, I fed her bug nuts

She said she's hot, I give her my popsicle

I call it Richard and I want Dick sucked

Grio my cocktail like a fist cup and get it mixed up

She's been sober for eight months

But when it comes to my cum, she's a "suiplap"

I'm gonna say this for the last time, Cape Town better wake up

They want Flames, I'm arguably Satan

I don't give a fuck if you Black or you Caucasian

If you rap you can get your head sawed off like a 12 gauge gun

Anybody sayin' Sicker ain't with the shits

Ask 'em are they "jas"

I been the illest for a minute

They will just never all admit it

Say I sound like so and so, tryna take away from these bars I'm spittin'

Say I sound too American and it fucking pisses off the "Chlora" in me

I "smaak" to drop an Afrikaans track and straight up murder the fucking genre with it

Fuck all you critics!

So called, real hip hop heads, but all your fitteds were counterfeited