King Kong

New York got on the map
With that boom bap rhythm
It's only right I pay my dues
So out the gates
I'ma get 'em
The shit just fit him
I'm on it
I'm super sonic bombin'
Spit the shit that make you vomit
Blastin' off like I'm a comet
I've been sippin' gin n' tonic
If you want it then I got it
Check the phonics
The flow be dope
as smokin' hydroponics
Spittin' chronic
I'ma fuck it up and that's a promise
Word to mama
I'ma do it till I'm countin' commas
Fuck the drama
Bitch I'm on one
Always been a dog son
You must have the wrong one
I'll smoke you like a bong son
Rollin' up a long one
I chief it like I'm Chong son
On top of New York
Like I'm King Kong son
A beast widdit'
From the west
To the east widdit'
Eat a beat
I feast widdit'
Never lookin cheap widdit'
One hitter sleep widdit'
On the low
I creep widdit'
Never make a peep widdit'
Sowing what I reap widdit'

(Yeah, UH)
That's just how shit be
Bitch I'm the man
Just understand
That you could count on me
I got a plan
To feed the fam
So I be chargin' a fee
If you a'int wanna end the shit
Then don't be starting with me

(Yeah, UH)
That's just how shit be
Bitch I'm the man
Just understand
That you could count on me
I got a plan
To feed the fam
So I be chargin' a fee
If you a'int wanna end the shit
Then don't be starting with me

I'm chillin
Sparkin' the tree
I'm livin' it large
And I'm free
I'm puttin' on for my city
Puttin' on for my team
We gettin' down nitty gritty
But the kicks still clean
It's always red vs blue
But I'm after the green
Check one two
Known to bust a mic
When I come thru
Laced in some Nikes
Got them kicks
Like kung fu
Tell me whatchu goin' thru
Love be what I'm showin' you
Know this shit been overdue
But I've been gettin close to you

(Yeah, UH)
That's just how shit be
Bitch I'm the man
Just understand
That you could count on me
I got a plan
To feed the fam
So I be chargin' a fee
If you a'int wanna end the shit
Then don't be starting with me

(Yeah, UH)
That's just how shit be
Bitch I'm the man
Just understand
That you could count on me
I got a plan
To feed the fam
So I be chargin' a fee
If you a'int wanna end the shit
Then don't be starting with me

Said we the dopest by denomination
Kill 'em never leavin' traces
Time the only thing I'm facin'
This my picture lemme paint it
Closed case bitch
You a'int ever face this
Roll an eighth in a spliff
Ego like I'm Jay Critch
But I be humble and shy
My head be up in the sky
Swear to god
You gon' watch me fly
Been on my grind
You've been on my mind
But I can't change none
Promise when I make it
I'ma always be the same one
A1 Day 1
Remember where I came from
Lookin' back on it
I a'int never been a lame one
Whatchu' gotta say son
You know that I'ma flame one
Like filet mignon
You lookin' like a steak son



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Kessler
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