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

Rumor has it I'm an king
All I give a about is money
And when I got it, I give 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 to get to the TV I had to go through 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, bone it and 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
get it goin', got a dyke in the closet
I'm sure she enjoyin', I kill in return for it
A is borin', for you to be informed
I'm a chore and my change more than a European coin
the kill has begun, you realize
I'm the illest, the is Pimp 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 like run that, run
Detroit nigga, I niggas in general
I deploy niggas to destroy niggas' regimes
So has it I'm an underground king

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

An underground king sippin' my
You I double my profit because I triple my beam
You niggas stop with the and all this fussin' and arguin'
Ain't it clear to your optics that I would go through a
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' 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 with the fishes
Now that rapper's dead, I assume my position
In the place, a king, on the is where I'm sittin'
Yeah, the iron throne is mailed with the microphone
Hey, let the rats and the mice Killer Mike is home
Cause Killer is iller than all the they know
My past is good, I land a rock at my
Before I go, rest in to Dilla fosho
Slum lord with a mic cord in a slum village on a slum
Through every ghetto I carry the metal
Just in case a is needed when arguments are settled
Mama get petals
it, finito, no chatter, the matter 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