king

ay yo you gotta stop playing with the big king in the ring zing singing in the studio going big throwin bars flying to Mars getting what he wants its like nothing costs shit to him you know him the big rapper c money da kid squid killin the vibes chillin feeling the money curry in his veins buying some chains reading some brains buying cars smoking cigars sitting like he's the king nothing can stop him no matter how hard you try he'll open your eye and you'll die and he will buy a gucci tie sitting in his multi million dollar house doing some deals buying expensive meals he'll feel and never fear anything but god he's coming with the squad making some numbers odd making happy lives he forgives but not his enemies singing some melodies likes zillions but never billions he succeeds fuck the people eaten by an eagle that tells him you a failure buying 1,000 acres telling the truth never lie always rise over everybody seeing toddy on the street begging for money for his tummy keeps on telling me i can't do it but fuck him I have a thug life dont matter the price time is money he can't waste it rolling the dime winning time tell him what you want anytime he can make you a nice summertime climbing some mountains going up high reaching the sky everybody is underneath him on the ground screaming for help they sound like a rat fat afraid of the lion liken by everybody but not the haters so we dab and rap on them haters taking a nap under the tree and iam going to a expensive sea being famous shameless unlike the people that are ashamed because they are not like me buying the lambo his gun is full of ammo he's ready your eating spaghetti he siting on the couch counting the money cause no money no honey ay ay bitch rich building a bridge