Self Proclaimed

How you feel
Like martin Luther king I got a dream
When I drop a verse its a fire thing
You can never reach the height I peak
You can try mimic me like maraji
But you can never match the vibe I spit
You will never be another me
Why you tryna put an end to me
Instead you should sing me eulogies
Why you looking at me like I'm competition
Mama told me son you always gotta listen
Cause forever there are always people watching
Wear a shirt and tie in a congregation
Now I'm coming back like hey you miss me
Know some of you still wanna diss me
Best believe that I come in peace and
You ain't ever heard this me
Now I'm favorite
No competition
I'll be top 1
In your sub division
Brought this heat
Straight out the kitchen
I'm still cooking
Get your dishes
You take shots
Man I take picture
What I mean
Just in conclusion
I'm the king
And you all peasants
Blah blah blah
Is all you speaking
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Philip
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