King Back

And the prophecy read
That one day like the Phoenix aroused from the ashes
That a boy would be born unto a family in the slums

This boy would go on to use the knowledge he gained
While fighting for survival in the streets
To become a great leader
And in time that boy would grow to become king
Time to ride nigga
Just blaze

I welcome you to get acquainted with the youngest in charge
Respected from East to West like he was running the mob
Dictating ain't taking orders from no one but God
I know you niggas is broke 'cause I know what you charge

You niggas wishing for a Phantom, it's one in my garage
It's black as Bulgari, right next to the platinum Ferrari
You niggas ain't getting money off of rapping I'm sorry
Fucked the rent up, went and spent sixty large on a Harley

It's where you stay ten, 012 feet, not hardly
Now you see that we ain't able to compete, now are we?
Hey pardon me, I'm giving you the West Side Story
Of the A, where I stay, niggas stay down for me

Wanna play? have you gay niggas lay down for me
And get an order for killers to spray rounds for me
Competition, you ain't considered your rapping you bore me
You repping the a horribly, must I say more importantly

The King back, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Nigga, the King back, yeah yeah a-yeah yeah
You better lean back, hey, hey, hey, wise up
Nigga, the King back alright, hey tell these niggas what?

The King back, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Nigga, the King back, hey hey hey oh
Shawty, you seen that? what happened, my nigga?
Nigga, the King back, alright, let's tell these niggas, hey

Hey man, y'all niggas got me way too fucked-up
You understand that?
What you need to do is, homeboy, you need to go back and grab, I'm serious you know
You need to get familiar with Dope Boys and see where all these niggas got their styles right now
See where that trap shit came from

Then you need to graduate to mutherfucking In Da Streets Volume one through three
Then you need to go to Trap Muzik I got locked up for a second
Then grab Urban Legend and now to bring you up to speed

Who knew you could fit on your wrist a whole pound of diamonds?
I'm number one on the list while you clowns are climbing
Wishing to be in positions that you found that I'm in
Since you niggas do what I say, I'm world-renowned than Simon

If Jay handle a clay and around the time
I deliver a bad day when 45's is firing
I care the least 'bout polices and the firemen's sirens
Ambulances ain't gon stand a chance in reviving

DOA, the man you beat deceased upon them arriving
Paramedics yell clear, and your flatline's silent
You ain't ready for out here 'cause the lifestyle violent
You think you is, you must be living on fantasy Island

You make us mad, get your ass wiped out like Thailand
Hit up my phone, I got one up and drank the the while you following
To say you want it with me is to go to war with the finest
Need you be reminded, want it with Your Highness?

The King back, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Nigga, the King Back, yeah, yeah, ah, yeah, yeah
You better lean back, hey, hey, hey, wise up
Nigga, the King Back, alright, hey tell these niggas what?

The King back, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey
Nigga, the King back, hey, hey, hey, oh
Shawty, you seen that? what happened, my nigga?
Nigga, the King back alright, let's tell these niggas, hey

Hey man, look, I know y'all niggas in the trap everyday still, man
I know y'all niggas don't see nothing but the projects, nothing but bricks
But listen, make no motherfucking mistake, man, I still will suit up my muthafucking self
AK and 45, nigga, on side, nigga

And come see about niggas, you understand?
But I don't wanna do that 'cause I respect that shit y'all doing
I started that shit, I made that shit cool, I made these niggas want to be you, nigga
Nigga, respect this shit



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Harris, Justin Smith, Ray Davies
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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