The King

I was a young boy from my rural town, I moved to the city and that when shit went down. Gang fights were common and glocks were profound. If you weren’t huslin you were gonna go down. Love was forbidden and I was in astound, I was slackin and that’s when I found out, that, rap was a way of cope then my life turned around. Fame and sweet fortune and money all around. Bad bitches where riding all day till sundown. Drugs were my brothers and rap was my crown, pussy and parties my life was a dream. I was a model for all young kings. Check my life out I got everything, now you wanna challenge me to a rap fight. I got you bro now just sit tight. You look like a cross between a rat and a fag, you say that you hustle then how your name chad. I got the dream life now you are just mad. May I please give you some good advice, pick up your ass and sell crack don’t think twice. Cause this my new home town this is my pla-a-a-a-ace.