King of Antwerp

Yeah

If you talk about it, better be about it
R-A-T got my G indicted
F-E-D's got my celly wired
Just when everything was crisp like skinny fries
Started making money, they say it's Illuminati
Counting cheese, I don't need to party
Whip Mercedes, I don't need Bugatti
Uh, yeah

If you talk about it, better be about it (be about it)
R-A-T got my G indicted (yeah, yeah)
F-E-D's got my celly wired (woo, woo)
Just when everything was crisp like skinny fries
Started making money, they say it's Illuminati (Illuminati)
Counting cheese, I don't need to party (nah, nah)
Whip Mercedes, I don't need Bugatti (skrr)
Applying all this pressure, I'ma keep applying

Free 'em 'til we see 'em, get my G'z up out there
Media trial, you can read about it
Hold it down 'til you back home and gon' keep on riding
We've been talking to the lawyer, we gon' keep on trying
Fear who? Only God, we gon' keep on grindin'
All the snitches started singing, got my G's indicted
Heard your sentence and I don't know how I feel about it

Yeah, shit
I've been watching my steps
Run the game homie now I'm catching my breath
Be the top dog, I don't want nothing less
Always in the studio, I aim for the best
This my only shot, so I'ma aim for the neck
When my father died, I felt the pain in my chest
Travelling the world just to gain my respect
I'm tryna to do it right, push the lames to the left
Hood nigga, I'ma be the same on a jet

Now we're flying out (flying out)
Top floor in the condo, that's where we hiding out (goddamn)
We dropping hits on these niggas, they keep on striking out
Got me the baddest of bitches, tell her to wipe me down
For them pussies that's hating, bro, how you like me now?
I spent a bag on them bitches over at Nike Town
I kept it royal and loyal, they're tryna get me down
I keep on growing and growing, and now I get the crown
Can't let you down



Credits
Writer(s): Darrell Cole, Joss Doherty
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