What Makes You A King?

now, what makes you a king? the paper or the rolli, now what makes you a king? bein devilish or holly, now, what makes you a king? nobody ever told me, Now, what makes you a king Survivin fast, they movin slowly... cept for liars and decipt, I want a reciept, y'all all tryna sneak...the crown up outta me, and with hypothesis Ima guess you keep it keish, why you shy? why you lie? showed me where u reside, get a front n dont pay? guaranteed im gon slide, and if you talkin heavy steel, bet I make them bullets fly, you ask why, I'm sayin the same, God knows I aint to blame... its a shame that all the fame.. Got to all these niggas, but im introverted, On my words I never reverted, never skirted, but these niggas diverted... Far from the truth, n this bitch dont tell me shit, But lemme do the same, and my face she gon try to hit, then I split, not a bitch...n only pussy fight pussy, Actin bushy, way to pushy, But I'll keep it all in my head, Gon be wishing she was dead if I ever go to another bed.. But thats another topic, far from tropic, but its hot up in this bitch, This skill aint a wish, You niggas poultry and I am the fish, You cluckin n duckin while upstream is what my mission is.. No friends, no kids, nobody...wanna hear the shotty, followed by the Joker laugh, dont chop him up yet, take my time in the bath, Cut him from ankle to calf, Show him how ima do it on a graph, Then mail his family the photograph, Not the past, even tho it happened the year before last, If they made a movie bout me...Im the only nigva they could cast... Its only me!!!