king me (bar king) I'm living my life it's not up to fate I'm am the realest I dont have to fake drip down my neck looks like a lake reach for you gact its already to late crush roll it lite it lean in the tank throw way back I bes in the trap she throw it way back I bes in her back tea I'm the plug beep beep where you at doing it right I'm a rich yound fellow Gucci down Gucci Dow I'm driped in yellow she got a fat ass jiggles like jello she on my Jack ring ring pick up like hello look at my swag I'm passing the rest shouldnt have to tell you I'm am the best fly like bird layed like a nest nights that are blurr blood on my shirt throw paint on the fur 2 bitches n bed is what I prefer walk in the club with perfume on my shirt nikka you what be litt in the hearse nikka I'm lit i been that since my birth talk shit leave em holy no church liqour and weed lean in my blatter pull out the rocket and I just blast off ready for pasta I got the sause I got got the bag like it's my chore roll up on my burro 38 in the drawer I'm am that bitch got bags like the store I can keep going you really want more high like a ceiling cant feel the floor got these bitches open like doors pull up in a lion hear the roar deasel to lethal flood tru your pours pass me the game see how I score roll round your block looking for war hammer tea off nikka yell fore I'm too fly nikka i soar whip to fly got wings not doors sitting so low like I'm driving the floor my wrist washed up like I'm a shore nikka you stressed coming outa pocket cuz I'm between ur girls breast like a locket split it and pass dash on it like I'm sonic she on my dick like she hooked on phonics Harlem shake on a 2 step shake a brick it just prep get a bag get some bread im not flee I'm just fled you not litt you just dead 2 bitches like an oreo that thong thong thong sisco on her lips mistletoe in her head down her throat Tony fadd beat and I am a goat this track poison I'm the antidote my chest is on water looks like moat I'm writing the book take you a note look what I wrote take you a quote after I'm done act like you know these nikka wat beef so I set em up ops lemme sht up I said enough dont stress bout lil shit roll em up puff all these haters hate cuz these nikkas gotta take a bus not dealing with the shade all these nikkas fake I'm dealing with the rain get money everyday top of the food chain everybody else just prey im counting these bands these bitches I play come get these hands if you wanna get slayed switch it up change it up change it up fuck it up in the club show me love I get hugs I get rubbed roll it up smoke it up smoke it up pass the blunt got 10 band for a show just to show up holding it down shout out to the bronx shout out to kingsbridge shout out to fordam shout out to park Chester shout out to Harlem too many bitches running a harem in not snake but I'm spitting this vemon seeing my swag get them sour like lemon dip me in gold and take me to heaven these nikkas dont learn give you a lesson i do this for life this is my profession cut you open like a c section leave you broke like this a recession nikka I'm rich and I'm counting my blessing be on that salad like my name dressing