KING COBRA

You can stop gasping, cuz I know I leave you breathless
Keep in mind that imma be above where Kanye West is
Fact, you spit fiction on tracks
See I don't gotta cap, cuz I gotta skills, all on my back
I got skills, we drip like maple, we drip like maple
Syrup, slowly pourin', in the foreign, ain't a fable, nope
Eat some waffles at award shows
Front seat, front row, where the ho's go
Aye, they know wassup, I'm stackin' oh's
Like cheerios, like bee's, like honey nut
You don't comply, you gettin' chokeslammed
This right here to get you, hype, to get you, turnt man
Get so hype that you get turnt into a turnt man
Or a hype man, out in thailand
Eatin' sushi, watchin' movies, while I fly man
They think I'm superman, put one up in the sky man
And the meanings of these rhymes fly over
Never sober, I'm the king cobra
And I'm focused, got a mission like a soldier
Tryna spread my influence, and change the culture
Cuz at the end of the day, no matter how much dolla bills that you made
Won't stop you from ever meeting the grave, it's bout' the legacy you give
It's bout' the effort that you gave, it's bout' what you did for the world
It's bout' what you tried to change, I'm out here workin', can you say the same
I close the curtains, and talk to my brain, I wish y'all could hear the things, he be sayin'
It's crazy, I'm wildin', I'm like a child, that's a grown up tho, I'm in the middle ground
I just keep on switchin' flows, and I just keep on switchin' sounds
I do what I want, my music, my playground, bitch
Man, I hear the shit y'all talkin' thru the grapvines
Plottin' on my name, say they tryna take mines, and all I gotta say is
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, bitch fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, bitch fuck you