Hook...

I'm the King of Rap, this is nuthin higher...
Givin yall (echo) That Fire... This that..
As I proceed to (give you), give you what you need,
this is (scratch) strictly for the G's (WhooooWheeee)

Live nigga on the rap, they salute me though,
But it's prolly cause I black out in the studio...
It's the King, (let me) let me do my thing,
aint Nuthin Higher, I require yall to bow & (scratch) kiss the ring...  



Verse 1

Ayo S is for dat shit I provide... H for the Heckler Koch, the Black Hoff has arrived,
Don't confuse me wit them other lames,
We on that Money Train,
Wesley Snipes gettin right wit this Hustle--Aint nunna yall really in my league,
Im a Beast, Danny the Dog Im crawlin through the streets,
thats my right hand to God Im a freak,
I speak wit the Block Jargon, Glock Sparkin, Cop Cars'n
Got Bars & u want Drama?
U wanna Romp wit a Masta Killa, the crime saga of the DonDadda.
Pelle Pelle leather goose, bout to let it loose...
Pirelli shoes on the coupe, Makaveli (WHOOP!)
Feelin like a hunnid milly in a suitcase,
ridin speedin down the highway bumpin 2Chainz,
Got me creepin down ya block & bustin rugers mayne...
they pointin fingers but they really dont know who ta blaaaaame.

Now analyze my persona... Im high as an astronaut up in the clouds puffin marijuana (PATNA!)
This is feel good music for the fearless hoodlums
Daddy Kane, half-steppin next to Das Efx.
Livin fast, Mach 1 wit a shotgun, cockin & bustin...
BLOODCLOT, YEA GWAN FI YA WEAPON!
Play pussy get fucked, get stuck, hands high, give it up,
see me ridin wit my niggas WADDUP!


Hook...

I'm the King of Rap, this is nuthin higher...
Givin yall (echo) That Fire... This that..
As I proceed to (give you), give you what you need,
this is (scratch) strictly for the G's (WhooooWheeee)

Live nigga on the rap, they salute me though,
But it's prolly cause I black out in the studio...
It's the King, (let me) let me do my thing,
aint Nuthin Higher, I require yall to bow & (scratch) kiss the ring...  


Verse 2...

Side chick flexin on my jack like nigga check me...
wifey goin through my phone, she really tryna catch me...
Im a G so I never hit delete,
I just tell her that I love her them other chickens I sleep wit em.
Ray Charles on them broads, nigga play yo part...
Ali dodgin strays yellin "Boomaye"
Watch me rob them...
They say ya boy is like a calculus equation, Im a problem... No multiple choice
Ride out wit the toaster,
.45 or that dirty.38 Cobra hangin off my shoulder,
show's over, hoes want the pipe, tell em follow me on Twitter now they goin in the right direction.
Money growin like Barack Obama Chia Pets, 
Sun be flowin like he's Nastradamus-weed & sex,
liquor and a dope track, money spillin out my coat... swag jackers say I "Bald" like Kojak.

But this is a introduction to vintage hustlin,
niggas thuggin in Carhardt knitteds & fitteds,
Top notch exhibits-in between the rhymes, my lyrics provide images for optimistic kids to mimic,
& yall mad cause this is my world,
you just a squirrel clutchin my nuts, dippin like Marv Hagler,
Sick wit the hard grammar,
but punchlines never paid the bills though & this is why I hit yall wit that real flow... 



Hook...

I'm the King of Rap, this is nuthin higher...
Givin yall (echo) That Fire... This that..
As I proceed to (give you), give you what you need,
this is (scratch) strictly for the G's (WhooooWheeee)

Live nigga on the rap, they salute me though,
But it's prolly cause I black out in the studio...
It's the King, (let me) let me do my thing,
aint Nuthin Higher, I require yall to bow & (scratch) kiss the ring...  



Verse 3 (pseudo)... 

20 Bars, runnin laps like Triathalons,
Baby moms got a ass like Bonita Applebaum...
lemme put u niggas....   


Haha, look at that... I'm the king I aint even gotta give yall niggas a third verse... just ride out to my shit. (ha!) Imma give yall that on the next one though...  remember dat...