King Sh*t
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A hundred thousand on it
Fuck a lazy boy, I'm sittin' on the throne
'Cause I'm a king, big crown on my dome
Was a teen, homestead to acres, home
I'm a stranger in the hood, been gettin' money so long
I can't drive if the top don't come off
I can't hit it with that mouth, I'ma go soft
A spoiled baby, used to bein' treated like a boss
You can run the broke niggas, not me, it's your loss
I need a new vault, shit gettin' tight
I need a new house, it don't fit right
King of the North and I'm 'bout to take flight
And I motivate the hood, I did it high as a kite
Better buy back the block, nigga
Stop fuckin' it off on rocks, nigga
Do all that fly shit on top, nigga
Once you start gettin' money, don't stop, nigga
Hood Joel Osteen, I got big dreams
Keep the baddest on team, it's a boss thing
Niggas hatin', need to go and get they mouth cleaned
Got my dick all in it when you talk me
Mad cold, never speak on the next nigga
Talk down and I still fuck next nigga
Before it's all over, I'ma catch Jigga (It's Phil)
Fuck rap, I'm talkin' 'bout my next steps
Nigga (Check, one, two, it's Phil, hey)
Real niggas winnin', hand me my trophy back
I ain't never fell off a bike, but them haters hopin' that
Y'all niggas do it for likes, I can't cope with that
I'm just tryna fill up a bank, now is it open yet?
Checkings and savings, that's where my focus at
A lot of niggas pocket watchin', yeah, I noticed that
Realize that'll never stop, that's why I'm over that
Now back to chasin' these M's, ain't met my quota yet
Pockets like I'm playin' for the Astros
Thousand dollar tab off in Mastro's
Should've been a sacker, way I bag hoes
And you can catch me in the trey bein' an asshole
Playin' with the profit off my last load
Turkey leg, I'm havin' brunch with me some bad hoes
Fake pages rantin' in them comments, that's them mad hoes
Killers stealin' hits, you niggas lookin' like your bag closed
King Johnny rocker, Saks Fifth shopper
The shit around my ankles ain't in Foot Locker
Dior and Mike Amiri keep my look proper
Shout out the street, bet I can still get them books out 'em
Trappin' 'til it happen, that's a chess game
My uncle introduced me to the press game
We was playin' in the snow more than them X Games
And then I went and bought some ice soon as them checks came
I just bought a 'Stang and put a forty in it
Gucci fanny pack, I got that forty in it
Take your bitch mouth and have a party in it
Shots, shots, shots like I'm pourin' up Bacardi in it
Feelin' like Floyd, they know I'm DBE
Award me BET, smokin' that CBD
All in my cup, my neck and wrist full of that PCP
I'm with your WCW, but she my TVT
Real niggas only, ain't givin' passes
To fake niggas, we only givin' out caskets
And all that hatin' you doin' is lookin' tacky
Dick ridin', you know that's sexual harassment
Big dog status, you niggas Yorkies
I just put this thing on D so I can park it
Body stay covered in water, your boy snorkelin'
Bust down Jubilee band, it's so sparkly
Run it, cocksucker