King's Speech

Yeah, I pack a hella punch
You eat a pack for lunch
I snack on beats I munch
Bitch you really outta touch

I'm slimy call me sushi
Yo girl she suck and do me
I kick the pad like Bruce Lee
Unsightly like Gary Beuci

You've reached the mind monsters
The mind of light and rockstars
I dream of private charters
Headed for estates and sponsors

Been dreaming for a minute
I'm anxious known to fidget
Semi-short like kinda midget
Dropped his ass left him suspended

I chalked it up
You Lucky duck
You lucky fuck
Bitch shut the up
I pack a punch
Don't need a gun
Don't need a blunt

I'm super blunt
Forgiveness gone
I used that up
I made a song
I beast that up
Then run my funds
Yo face is scrunched
Yo bitch my lunch

I think that's Dutch
She drink my punch
She nestle crunch
Like Jordan dunk
I dunk her head
It's in my junk
I spar with bums
I counter punch
I raised her up

I raise a cup
She eat and fuck
The eat me suck me
Nighty tuck
She wanna ride
I call her truck
She said yo place
Look like a dump

I laugh it up
She ride and pump
Said gave it up
She said you dumb
She said my dick
Was like a stump
Her ass was plump

I had to stop
We laughed a lot
She wasn't hot
It's not a prob

The sweat was sliding
Nasty sloppy
Hot like coffee
Smoked the loud
It had me coughing

Smoked that nigga
Now he coffin
It's exhausting
Just recalling
All the money
Had me bawling
Stacking tall
I spent a rack on alcohol
No friends or cameras
Was involved
A free-for-all
She had to call it

Had her crawling
Call her bestie
Smashed em both
Then grabbed my coat

With No emotion nigga

You don't know me
At all, at all, at all

I call the homie
Homies running
Paid the price
Now homies gunning
They don't ever
See it coming
Know I must be
Up to something

Pissed me off
Don't let it go
I'm holding on
But anger's strong
Then next I know
I make a song
To process how
I'm moving on

I gotta pay
To move some weight
It's kinda strange
I shoot it straight
I hear you walking to the gate
I threw the body in a lake
They ask my status
I'm okay

Just had to wash the blood away
I made a case
That snitch is paste
Man what a waste

I smacked her ass
Could tell it's fake
Like dudes toupee
Said grind it faster
Endele
Then eating posh
That salmon, steak
She saw my face
And straight away
She gave me cake
The second date

Asked if I like it
Said it's great
But I got plenty on my plate
Like Bentleys, houses, Rats and mouses
I got cash to generate
I dedicate to educate
I activate then dominate

They got me pissed, I urinate
I'm irritated, motivated
Lotta shit I tolerate
These bitches help alleviate

But back to love, cooperate
Make sure the cash stay circulate
I plant my roses cultivate
Exect, ask my associates

I point and jest, humiliate
While celebrate and meditate
I navigate then calculate
Ruminate, eliminate

Any bitch that's in my way

Can't play with these hoes today

Stupid