Rock Out / King of Ocon

Let's do this a no auto tune
You know what I'm saying

My city this is my town
Ocon I am wearing the crown
Rock out the stage but I'll never take a bow
Heads up unloading this heat
Boring company flame throwing
Sign off with none but that piece
I'm tough though never in the streets
She so cute bet she bad in the sheets
Get you pumped up listen to my ep
Trynna get fans every drop they gone freak
Freeze no pan
Taking off so I'd never go land
Peter what is the plan
I'm spaced out like I'm in the coop
Spraying up that is that Jimmy Choo
Versace now you have no clue
Pop smoke always saying woo
Pull up and talk about a move
Aye I'm getting that Mula
Question who really coola
What you doing what you doing like bistro
Making music all the time that's a kilo
Keep it low like the d low
This ain't ceelo
Forget you attitude
What you're doing what you doing speaking out of tune
Don't need a foreign to go fast and zoom
Create music it's an industry
Different rhymes keep it interesting
Royalties come with every stream
Play lax I know how to take it ease
Who else raps lead em to me
Fair warning it will be a slaughtering
If it's a pig turn em into bacon
If it's devil must been that satan
Inner demons don't stand a chance
Got to get designer from Paris or France
Sometimes I'm friendly I'll holden your hand
Take a class but don't know how to dance
I'm a penguin with strips I wear adidas
Why you been talking I'll mess around and delete it
This a message I need it to free

My city this is ocon
My city this is my town
Ocon I am wearing the crown
Rock out the stage but I'll never take a bow
Heads up unloading this heat
Boring company flame throwing
sign off with none but that piece
I'm tough though never in the streets
She so cute bet she bad in the sheets
Get you pumped up listen to my ep
Trynna get fans every drop they gone freak
Freeze no pan
Taking off so I'd never go land
Peter what is the plan
I'm spaced out like I'm in the coop
Spraying up that is that Jimmy Choo
Versace now you have no clue
Aye you have no clue out of tune
Nate looks like jumpy what you doing what you doing like bumpy
Aye this ain't road call it foreign
Jumping over you like a toad how you roaring
You ain't a lion little boy I'm a laugh everyday cause it's turtle graves
Oo ya toodaly doo
Twiddle my thumbs like I doodly doo

I just wanna rock the stage
Make them lose their breath
Take all their hearts away
Wrap it up throw it in the grave
Like the reaper
I'm the reaper
Finders are keepers
See losers are weepers
I'll find it and keep it
Finders are keepers
See losers are weepers
I'll find it then I'll keep it



Credits
Writer(s): Josh George
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