Mr. Bad Guy

As a king, shit I go through a lot
Niggas plotting on the throne trying to come for my spot
Type of shit that make you scrunch your face up like Ciroq
Call myself the best alive, I'm everything that you not
Ha, nah nigga we don't fuck with the opps
You ain't gotta wear your vest, cause we aiming for tops
Play time really over, when I drop, niggas stop
We dodging jail to be rich, we ain't standing with cops
Niggas want to see Chacon be a menace in life
I know that killing may be wrong, but it feel so right
I'm only putting niggas down when I'm surfacing mics
But if you niggas want a problem, we can show you the light
Real niggas fuck with me, snake niggas surrounding you
Or fake niggas too, can't really divide the two
You think you got it mastered, just imagine what I could do
Cause the streets love me but they really don't rock with you
Uh, microphone murderer
Mass mayhem maker
Rico C is on the mic, love the Undertakers
No pump fakers, haters, fake motivators
Only goats get involved, this strictly is for the players
Like ogres and onions, my game is full of layers
I like my women loyal to me, no betrayers
I like em real freaky as well, that answer prayers
Cause I'm a money getting, dope smoking, pussy slayer
I like my money earned by myself, the truest hustler
If she ain't on the same thing, don't be cuffing her
Only signs I need is dollars from all the customers
The cash pick me up when I'm sad, this bag muscular

I ain't trying to be a hero
I'm used to being the villain
Even after all the drama
Chacon still living
This a song for my niggas who stack the bucks to the ceiling
Niggas mad that we up
The hater shit never ending
I ain't trying to be a hero
I'm used to being the villain
Even after all the drama
Chacon still living
This a song for my niggas who stack the bucks to the ceiling
Niggas mad that we up
The hater shit never ending

Chasing ghosts in this shit, yet I'm poised for this shit
Wine and dine your baby mama, then I stroke her with dick
Many checks being written for the bars that I spit
I can be a billionaire cause I'm unfuckable with
Wooo, live from the belly of the beast
Niggas sit and listen whenever Chacon speaks
Grammy Gold boy, them labels is getting fleeced
And when I drop this, promise you rappers will be deceased
Cause after every release, I shake the game up a little
Rap savior
Lost soul
Stuck in the middle
Walking with a purpose, you other niggas is crippled
Heard your last shit, can't even cap, I had to giggle
Rico C and Dre the Brave, got them in a chokehold
Limousine tinted cars, we don't ride fishbowl
Never going dolo, everybody got poles
Grammys on Grammys, everybody know I love those
And as long as I live, all my people gone survive
My billions gone stretch, whether I'm dead or alive
Cut em off at the root if they fucking up the vibe
I'm gone die a fucking legend, it was never a surprise

Niggas know that Chacon is him
MOE and Revival, the throne be them, uh
Niggas know that Chacon is him
MOE and Revival, the throne be them
The throne be them
Chacon is him
Niggas know that Chacon is him
MOE and Revival, the throne be them
Niggas know that Chacon is him
And the throne be them
Ha