Dead poets society Hook Kingsley back in business you Finna do it ya’ll stay safe bitches you won’t know what will happen to you dumb ass Verse: I’m not doing it for you im fuckin doing it for my crew always flexing with my shoes I’m always number 1 you a gay ass number 2 Dead poets but our flames alive I can ball like Steph curry in the night I done it my whole life I mean it’s tragic when I spoil your magic that you casting You say I’m sleep I ain’t napping wake up motherfucker you acting I mean I know Kingsley on the road Kingsley on the roll Kingsley with the dough that’s how much bread I make when your bitch jumps and her titty shakes all the haters just masterbait. Let me just elaborate who wanna colaberate I just need to educate those who like to hate on my intake