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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 about it
It's outlandish, I take for what God granted
My countertop granite, my house is
I'm standing inside of it
Feelin' out as I pop Xanax
myself on TV
In order to get to the TV I had to go through the channels
I rock 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 up, I be fuckin' her raw
If she a B or an A cup, make her in a bra
Let's get it goin', got a dyke in the
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
the kill has begun, you realize
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 recipe
I put you on the treadmill accessory less run that, run that
Detroit nigga, I destroy in general
I deploy niggas to generally niggas' regimes
So has it I'm an underground king

From underground, a one, I don't get it
I still be in Civics, it's one of my bitcHes', I witH the clip
And I'm for the stripping, unload 'til I end it
Put ten in a tank, 10 mil' in my bank, I'm real tHan 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 tHe guns back
And sHowin' 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 gang member, rock, every car on the block
No antennas, just a body, and my own Hitta
I'm Top Dawg, you cat
Denied a million a text, I'm a real nigga
From Heaven to the of devils
Spit every bar for the
My wardrobe to startin' trouble: rags
Bucket Hats, even be witH my stunt
My life is either jail or oxy in my
You lookin' pale and so it's gon' be for the
[?] 45, only 3 options
I'm second to none, I shoot I won, gun bigger than Bun
Take more tHan lung, pop, pop, pop
to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk yawk
Murder music, jump out of
Nobody movin' or I on it
I get a crown, I bleed on it

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