King

Yeah yeah

You know I be ballin', young boy with the beat
Gotta say that it's a joy to compete
Every track I'ma destroy and repeat
Got momentum I avoid the defeat
No handouts, gotta pay for the bling
Spend half the day in a dream
Tear the house down, put the break in the seams
Get to the top, I'ma stay as the king

I'm tryin' to be up where the pros be
I'm tryin' to party where the hoes be
Just kidding, but it really ain't funny
Too smooth with it, I go lyrically dummy
Straight scummy, feel it in your tummy
Wrapped in paper, lookin' like a mummy
Turn 'em into fanboys no chummy
Chewing on da beat, like ya boy bubble gumming
Lookin' at shawty, got a nice body
Do she do yoga? Maybe the pilates
She gimme a chance, I might hit her with the Pradee
Maybe the Bugatti
Wait wait, I'm going overboard somebody stop me
But ain't nobody in the world that can sauce me
Now I sound cocky
Rollin' solo, maybe I need a posse
Lucky boy, I might roll the Yahtzee
Could be a feature, or my own track
Either way I kill it gonna make 'em run it back
Showered in awards, yeah run the plaques
Big money, better run the racks
Run the stacks
Got me on beat with the plucks and claps
Frontrunner, yeah I lead the pack
I'm too cold with it, yeah I got the knack
Lemme cop a wraith, and I want it in black

Ballin', young boy with the beat
Gotta say that it's a joy to compete
Every track I'ma destroy and repeat
Got momentum I avoid the defeat
No handouts, gotta pay for the bling
Spend half the day in a dream
Tear the house down, put the break in the seams
Get to the top, I'ma stay as the king

I would ask for help, but you wouldn't wanna be it
I would blow up, but you wouldn't wanna see it
Ain't puttin' on a front, you know I'ma just me it
I'ma give a hunnid, yea I can guarantee it
Watch me catch the beat, cook it up, never use a recipe
I'm the top dog, you like an accessory
Come correct, kill and resurrect the beat
New flow on every track and song
Just a matter of time, cuz my attack is strong
If you tryna ride, you can tag along
I could give you the bars, but I don't know if u could rap along (Damn...)
I'm in my niche, you gimme a track, and I bring it kapeesh
Deliver verses, got me playin' the priest
Vacation got me hittin' da beach, now I'm hittin' the streets
Now I'm becoming elite, 808 hard, I'ma hit on da beat
No mediocre shit, I'ma hit the delete (Nah take that out)
Yeah I'ma hit the delete
And when the song ends, better hit the repeat
Yeah I brought it back, and I ain't got a receipt
Serve it up, bon appetit
I'm two for two, I'm 'bout to hit a three-peat ('Bout to hit a three-peat)

Ballin', young boy with the beat
Gotta say that it's a joy to compete
Every track I'ma destroy and repeat
Got momentum I avoid the defeat
No handouts, gotta pay for the bling
Spend half the day in a dream
Tear the house down, put the break in the seams
Watch a young boy as he turn to a king