It’s bout mother fucking time, King Wes Eventually I’ll be coming back to the state I once ruled but for now I’m down south chasing a bag, don’t be fooled by my absence, my plate is full of stakes, as I take a drag off the blunt, that life I been about, no doubt living by a code forever, could never change on my people, only love the hate yall consume is lethal, went from fraud to everything is legal, remember times in the maybach, 5 years ago chasing my doom, don’t trip my brother and I always had that thing that goes boom, seems like so long ago, I’m a hustler born in 94, Capricorn with no cap in his rap, from Indiana don’t make me pull up on the trap Ann call up the goon squad an take your title belt, nah I don’t have to do that, solo is how I’ll pursue that, known in states by different nick names, feels weird when the bank teller calls me by my government, but damn these checks with McDonalds Ms an man am I loving it, Indiana I’m running it while I’m gone, see others don’t rep when they chase the top, they stop an forgot where they came from well not king, see I built the ring an this champ will never accept defeat I’ve gone professional but don’t make me bring back the street, I’ll leave your parents with nothing but your teeth, but for now just peace and leave these king is ready to eat no long chasing a dream like wu tang and coffee I’m all bout the cream, mix the black with the white, no Mike kind of the opposite but I still be dropping hits, ain’t no stopping this.