featuring Lil Niqo, Lil Waah
See, I’m the young king, yeah-yeah, I like power
A new big job in the west, the white Howard
I know one wouldn’t like theirs, but like ours,
I thought I was clear, now you suck like Type Sour.
See, I’m the young king, yeah-yeah, I like power
A new big job in the west, the white Howard
See, I’m the young king, yeah-yeah, I like power
A new big job in the west, the white Howard
I know one wouldn’t like theirs, but like ours,
I thought I was clear, now you suck like Type Sour.
See, I’m the captain like kow runs the boat,
You’re waiting for the clack, I’m racing to the top,
Campaigning for Barack, but I’m too young to vote.
They know me in the city, but I’ll show ‘em on the coast,
I terrify witness, I terrify quitters, going to a check like verified twitters.
Looking for a door like where do I enter?
I’m sharp like the weapon on a samurai ninja.
And kids begging for a neat cold rap,
We did make it this far so why should we go back?
In fact, well mic, all I need in this is nothing,
Travon hootie, I appeal the slim dunken.
I’m the next in my age break,
Get the flow on me, no g before you stay slack.
And I bilber in this spitfire like a caged dragon.
Would you dance in my feet, the boy stay swaggin.
And I’m about to blow, man, I don’t think the world be big,
Is every video of God being a hopeful man.
And do you get an outside when the girl is near
‘cause all you wanna do is run your fingers through my curly hair.
Wanting to whip any artist here,
Turning on your radio and bet the kid is all you hear.
A peasant to a king, all these other kids are scared.
I’m just sitting on a throne, you can barely get a shit.
Go again, tear the little chicken all,
Got the magic like Alladin, all these other kids just fall
I was born to be a king, I’m like Simba, I go to top
I am old enough to even get a car.
Now gangster in the game, I’m about to ball on you, girl.
Tell me about money? Yeah, boy, I got them,
My single hit the billboard and Wayne wasn’t on that.
Yeah, now go and twit that,
Your girl on my neck, so you know I’ll sustain.
Kick, I kick you in your face,
Hey ass, looking like Stevie J.
I guess my shine on her,
My chains seem to hold and then hang low.
I rap my city, the wildest, the wild MC, I beat ‘em in the auto.
Got stupid hoes, stupid cash, should have been held back with my stupid ass.
Sleeping on me, lay laying on a bed of nails,
Take this bottle water with you and go to hell.