Kings (solo verse)

Yeah
Uh-huh
I kill it
Go! Go!
I kill it, bitch I'm "dyn-o-mite!"
This is yo final flight, destination is on god's right, no layover time
My biggest weapon is my mind but I walk a fine line for my complexion
Your perception of my rhymes should be surprised

('Cause he is vexing!)

Threatening, color blind sometimes
Confusing signs so I try to read between the-sike!
Smashing right through shit like I took a ride on toothless
Black knight feeding you your demise while I walk right beside aloofness
Not like Sasuske, he's a bitch boy
More Kakashi, mask on, ruthless
Coach the foolish future, teach these niggas how to really do it
I hope I hold influence on the ones who really love the music
Enjoy my jokes, a lustful nuisance
Make your bitch my toaster strudel
She create some foam like boilin' noodles when she chokes on my poodle
Now, king me bitch I lord any beat, your fight is futile
I'm the feudal lord I need the cheese to engorge
Up swords on enemies wanting a war
Keep moving forward, head high for sure
Search for more remedies that are used to endure
You fell off my wave, I hope you made it safely back to shore
With this grammatical board that I have stored I'ma catapult out of the hordes stuck in The poor
We're like Godzilla and Kongs' spawn on a track, react wrong we'll do you harm
Bet that's no cap
Backbones on the that platinum, no snappin' that lil' one
So get to stabbin' huh? Or maybe grab a gun?
Well that's no fun, I just be rappin' bruh and go to work
I don't be packin' none, y'all niggas strappin' up and now you got your bro murked
Need that tender love and care but most of the hoes are weird
Speak on how they rode this beard not how I was in up in that throat and made her Choke on tears
Found my love to devote each and every quote on my goal to be the G.O.A.T
And man her pussy soaked, ass fat, she's my fuckin' centerfold



Credits
Writer(s): Jaylin Smith
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