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I'm an
I'm, I'm an

Rumor has it I'm an king
All I a fuck about is money
And I got it, I don't give a fuck about it
It's outlandish, I take for what God granted
My granite, my house is outstanding
While I'm standing of it
inside out as I pop Xanax
Watching on TV
In order to get to the TV I had to go the proper channels
I don't the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and camo
call me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
Then go and pick a chick up, bone it and friend her
Soon as I see her wake up, I be her raw
If she a B or an A cup, her fuck in a bra
Let's get it goin', got a in the closet
I'm sure she enjoyin', I kill verses in for it
A eulogy is borin', for you to be
I'm a chore and my change more than a European coin
Once the kill has begun, you
I'm the illest, the realest is Pimp C, and the is Bun
I'm definitely at gun rap, gun wrap
I put you on my list
I put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run
Detroit nigga, I niggas in general
I deploy niggas to generally niggas' regimes
So has it I'm an underground king

From underground, a number one, I get it
I be in Civics, it's one of my bitcHes', I grew witH the clip
And I'm known for the stripping, 'til I end it
Put ten in a tank, 10 mil' in my bank, I'm more tHan you tHink
Buy a some High Heels, a small purse and a sHank
Some wet naps, a skirt to insert tHrough a sHape
I'm in the gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps, I brougHt tHe back
And gang tats
And wHen I wrote tHis Had H capped
You tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I serve bullets
And narcotics, the watcHin', still poppin'
A gang member, rock, every car on the block
No antennas, just a body, and my own Hitta
I'm Top Dawg, you cat
a million tHrougH a text, I'm a real nigga
From Heaven to the lowest of
every bar for the rebels
My wardrobe to startin' orange rags
Bucket Hats, be witH my stunt double
My is either jail or oxy in my cotton
You lookin' and so it's gon' be for the knockin'
[?] 45, only 3 options
I'm to none, I shoot 'til I won, gun bigger than Bun
Take more tHan lung, pop, pop, pop
Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk
Murder music, out of Buicks
Nobody movin' or I on it
I get a crown, I bleed on it

An underground sippin' my lean
You know I my profit because I triple my beam
You niggas stop with the topics and all fussin' and arguin'
Ain't it clear to your optics that I go through a squadron?
Cause I'm as violent and as killin' Christians and Christians
On the eve of a Christmas, say we got and sadistic
I'm talkin' tangled and twisted, this shit was
We killed the hubby and kiddies, the dog and the misses
And made the maid do the dishes, now she sleep with the
Now sucka rapper's dead, I assume my position
In the place, a king, on the throne is I'm sittin'
Yeah, the iron throne is with the metal microphone
Hey, let the rats and the mice know Killer is home
Cause Killer is iller than all the killas know
My is good, I land a rock at my show
Before I go, rest in peace to fosho
Slum lord with a mic cord in a village on a slum tour
Through every ghetto I carry the heavy
Just in case a shovel is needed when are settled
get rose petals
That's it, finito, no chatter, the settled
I got your bitch, I got head, she got stilettos
Lyrically I'm a bad mothafucka
[?] my technique, and my a tad butler, mothafucka