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

Rumor has it I'm an king
All I give a fuck is money
And when I got it, I don't a fuck about it
It's outlandish, I take for granted God granted
My granite, my house is outstanding
I'm standing inside of it
Feelin' inside out as I pop
Watching on TV
In order to get to the TV I had to go the proper channels
I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and
They me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
Then go and pick a chick up, it and friend zone her
Soon as I see her up, I be fuckin' 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 she enjoyin', I kill verses in return for it
A eulogy is borin', for you to be
I'm a chore and my circle change more a European coin
Once the kill has begun, you
I'm the illest, the realest is C, and the trillest is Bun
I'm best at gun rap, gun wrap
I put you on my recipe
I put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run
nigga, I destroy niggas in general
I deploy niggas to generally niggas' regimes
So rumor has it I'm an king

From underground, a one, I don't get it
I still be in Civics, it's one of my bitcHes', I grew witH the
And I'm known for the stripping, 'til I end it
Put ten in a tank, 10 mil' in my bank, I'm more real tHan you
Buy a bitcH some Heels, a small purse and a sHank
Some wet naps, a little skirt to tHrough a sHape
I'm in the gun wraps, I say gun raps, I brougHt tHe guns back
And sHowin' gang
And I wrote tHis Had every H capped
You know tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I serve
And narcotics, the cops watcHin', still
A gang member, pitcHin' rock, every car on the
No antennas, just a body, myself and my own
I'm Top Dawg, you cat
a million tHrougH a text, I'm a real nigga
From Heaven to the lowest of
Spit bar for the rebels
My wardrobe to trouble: orange rags
Bucket Hats, even be witH my stunt
My life is either or oxy in my cotton
You lookin' and so it's gon' be for the knockin'
[?] 45, it's only 3
I'm second to none, I 'til I won, gun bigger than Bun
Take tHan your lung, pop, pop, pop
Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk
music, jump out of Buicks
Nobody or I squeeze on it
Before I get a crown, I on it

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