[verse 1]
I am a king I am a beast
I be finessing I eat in the east
don't care what you think he swear he a g
but I don't believe him till I see his team
check out my presence it says it all
they go around like a tether ball
and my weed look like a tennis ball
migo migo bout to set it off
look I know some people that really crazy
pull up on you and they kill the baby
swear to god there's no exaggerating
all their lives are fucking fabricated
tryna hit the road and go to magic city
I am mister Krabs the pearls and cash are with me
it's a fucking pity how you looking at it
one for one so check the batting average
[verse 2]
I'm going crazy like I did a line
now I cant walk like im missing my spine
different views got me stuck in my mind
enter the matrix you not keeping time
secretive maniac hang where they hang em at
shoot till he's missing like you don't know where hes at
I am the champion there is no substitute what it do actually who in the fuck is you
yeah hold up now
I am not sane get me out of this town
swear to god sweater is wild as hell
swear to god I'm a bat out of hell
swear to god they are not stopping me now
the man in my town they fans of the sound
we are so gnarly we go to the parties the xannies are flyers were handing them out
[interlude]
[verse 3]
aye fuck how you feeling
I got no problems but dammit I'm dealing
manage my tantrum or I get to killing
Hannibal handing them cannibal feelings
fuck what you hearing i'm blessing the system
dance with the devil my dougie is serious
tear them apart with my mystical art you not running from me I skate on you like bart
it's a terrible smart with an awful intention
rinsing these bitches like I'm doing dishes
I'm talking shit I don't care who gon listen
I hit the smoke then I blew it like cripping
it's different my vision I'm not gripping semis
I'm with it not gangster but all about business
the money is talking and I love to listen foreal
fuck it I'm coming for war
I'm coming off I should get me some more
hitting his body I work out the core
aim for the crown you stuck by the thorns
if you cross me you get thrown to the floor
gone for three days but I'm back on the fourth
when I be rapping they asking for more
yall done fucked with the bull now youre getting the horns
I'm the god and you know it get down on the floor
I am a king I am a beast
I be finessing I eat in the east
don't care what you think he swear he a g
but I don't believe him till I see his team
check out my presence it says it all
they go around like a tether ball
and my weed look like a tennis ball
migo migo bout to set it off
look I know some people that really crazy
pull up on you and they kill the baby
swear to god there's no exaggerating
all their lives are fucking fabricated
tryna hit the road and go to magic city
I am mister Krabs the pearls and cash are with me
it's a fucking pity how you looking at it
one for one so check the batting average
[verse 2]
I'm going crazy like I did a line
now I cant walk like im missing my spine
different views got me stuck in my mind
enter the matrix you not keeping time
secretive maniac hang where they hang em at
shoot till he's missing like you don't know where hes at
I am the champion there is no substitute what it do actually who in the fuck is you
yeah hold up now
I am not sane get me out of this town
swear to god sweater is wild as hell
swear to god I'm a bat out of hell
swear to god they are not stopping me now
the man in my town they fans of the sound
we are so gnarly we go to the parties the xannies are flyers were handing them out
[interlude]
[verse 3]
aye fuck how you feeling
I got no problems but dammit I'm dealing
manage my tantrum or I get to killing
Hannibal handing them cannibal feelings
fuck what you hearing i'm blessing the system
dance with the devil my dougie is serious
tear them apart with my mystical art you not running from me I skate on you like bart
it's a terrible smart with an awful intention
rinsing these bitches like I'm doing dishes
I'm talking shit I don't care who gon listen
I hit the smoke then I blew it like cripping
it's different my vision I'm not gripping semis
I'm with it not gangster but all about business
the money is talking and I love to listen foreal
fuck it I'm coming for war
I'm coming off I should get me some more
hitting his body I work out the core
aim for the crown you stuck by the thorns
if you cross me you get thrown to the floor
gone for three days but I'm back on the fourth
when I be rapping they asking for more
yall done fucked with the bull now youre getting the horns
I'm the god and you know it get down on the floor
( Sg scruffy )
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