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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 give a fuck it
It's outlandish, I for granted what God granted
My countertop granite, my is outstanding
While I'm inside of it
Feelin' inside out as I pop
Watching on TV
In to get to the TV I had to go through the proper channels
I don't the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and camo
They call me the owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
go and pick a chick up, bone it and friend zone her
Soon as I see her wake up, I be her raw
If she a B or an A cup, make her 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 is borin', for you to be informed
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 C, and the trillest is Bun
I'm definitely at gun rap, gun wrap
I put you on my list
I put you on the treadmill less like run that, run that
Detroit nigga, I destroy niggas in
I deploy niggas to generally destroy regimes
So rumor has it I'm an king

underground, a number one, I don't get it
I still be in Civics, 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 real you tHink
Buy a bitcH High Heels, a small purse and a sHank
Some wet naps, a little skirt to insert tHrough a
I'm in the gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps, I brougHt tHe back
And gang tats
And wHen I wrote Had every H capped
You know tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I bullets
And narcotics, the cops watcHin', still
A member, pitcHin' rock, every car on the block
No antennas, just a body, and my own Hitta
I'm Top Dawg, you cat
Denied a million tHrougH a text, I'm a nigga
Heaven to the lowest of devils
Spit every bar for the
My wardrobe to startin' trouble: orange
Bucket Hats, even be witH my stunt
My life is either or oxy in my cotton
You lookin' pale and so gon' be for the knockin'
[?] 45, it's 3 options
I'm second to none, I shoot I won, gun bigger than Bun
Take more your lung, pop, pop, pop
Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk
music, jump out of Buicks
Nobody movin' or I on it
I get a crown, I bleed on it

An underground king my lean
You know I double my because I triple my beam
You niggas stop with the topics and all fussin' and arguin'
Ain't it clear to your optics I would go through a squadron?
I'm as violent and vicious as killin' Christians and Christians
On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and
I'm talkin' tangled and twisted, this was terror-terrific
We killed the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the
And made the maid do the dishes, now she with the fishes
Now that sucka rapper's dead, I assume my
In the place, a king, on the throne is I'm sittin'
Yeah, the iron throne is mailed the metal microphone
Hey, let the rats and the mice Killer Mike is home
Cause Killer is iller than all the killas know
My past is good, I land a rock at my
Before I go, rest in peace to Dilla
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 needed when are settled
get rose petals
That's it, finito, no chatter, the matter
I got bitch, I got some head, she got stilettos
I'm literally a bad mothafucka
[?] my technique, and my a tad butler, mothafucka