Long Live the King

No, it don't feel the same
Once a homie, know it's always a kin
But I'm already at where y'all could've been
And I've already become what y'all could've been
Look, hold up, let me talk to these haters one time, yeah
Homie, I keep rappin' till y'all is convinced, yeah
Heaven sent homie, in a world full of sins
Rest in peace YB, man, long live the king, yeah

Man wanna start shit 'cuz y'all on the bench
Know I smell like money
Man, y'all know the stench, yeah
Everything new homie, y'all gotta pinch me
Man of her dreams, now, she 'bouta get pinched, woo!
F-F-Fuck the summer, this your fall, it begins, man
Young king homie, and y'all is the prince
Other words, you my sons, so you can call her your princess
But homie, know she 'bout to give me all of her sins
I don't follow the score or the wins
But, I got all of the wins
(I got out of breath)
Nah, fuck that! I don't gotta rap to the bitches
Spit dope, big dick, I go black on these bitches
Back to back on these bitches
I just laugh at these bitches
Never chase a hoe, I ain't after these bitches
Showed them all the way, draw a map for these bitches
They be sleeping on my shit so I just nap with their bitches
Look, I don't really rap for the digits, or bitches, or riches
Fuck with me? Y'all gon' need stitches
Dick 5-feet long
That's 1-inch taller than you bunch of midgets
I don't like to snap for the pictures
I just snap at these bitches, bitches!
I don't like to call these bitches, "bitches!"
But, they be actin' like some bitches, bitches!
I'm wicked, stick it, all up in your bitch, she need stitches
She gon' drop it on the floor and say, "pick it!"
Then I pick it!
Yeah!
Right 'fore I put it in, she gon' lick it, lick it
I don't gotta date a bitch to see her naked
She don't wanna see me sad, she just wanna see me make it
So, I guess I gotta make it, make it!
I got-I gotta make it for that bitch and my mamma
And the trauma and the drama that I went through
And the karma that I gathered up
Look, looking at these rappers made me wanna join the bar
Like, "fuck being a rapper",
Like, fuck what they cappin' 'bout?
I need a platinum plaque
Till the day I got it, fuck rap!
Y'all can have it back
All that cap and you get slapped at your shows, that's the aftermath
Look, now your pockets broke and face broke
And only difference? Pockets? you can't plaster that
(Plaster that!)
(Plaster that!)
(Plaster that!)
Look, I could do a faster rap
But, you know I done mastered that
And every time I take a class
You know that a masterclass
And I could hit your bitch up like, "baby where you mans is at?"
Now wait
Hold up, you ain't even gotta answer that
'Cuz I pick you up at 5
Baby, make sure that your pants are tight
And show me that your ass is fat
I could change your night? Nah, I could change your life
As a matter of fact
Now, I ain't got no whip but she ride me like a Cadillac
Till the day I get a Cadillac
And she and I gon' have a laugh
So, I guess I gotta laugh on these bitches
Represent my nation, red flag on these bitches now
You can talk that cap and that smack
But everybody know I spit crack on these bitches like
It's the ROC in the building
Eye Crown, in the building
We up!

But every time they pull up, no, it don't feel the same
Once a homie, know it's always a kin
But I'm already at where y'all could've been
And I've already become what y'all could've been
Now, hold up, let me talk to these haters one time
Look, I'mma keep on rappin' till y'all is convinced, yeah
Heaven sent homie, in a world full of sins
Rest in peace YB, man, long live the king, yeah