King Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] Ugh Ugh Ugh Ugh [Verse] One of my peers said I love it too much Too many rappers love to fuck it to clutch At the money they can make And honeys they can take on dates And get them drunk to sick on their duck And I'm sick of hearing it Bullshit, it's tragic I'm disappearing it, no blue to my magic I'm red pilling it, you in the Matrix So now I'm killing it with Neo soul No Keanu, but I play piano My music can free your soul Don't wanna go mano a mano on the mic with me I'm more like Micheal with the heart of Stephen Ugh, years ahead of what you started gettin' bitch Only follow if a nigga gettin' rich, you Bopeepin' nigga Clothes sheepin' with your pack of rabid dogs All chasing after pussy like you mad at drawers On that sucka shit, you can suck a dick Think of your mother next time you fuck a bitch Stupid motha fucka, you did nothin' but the Same ol' shit a deadbeat daddy did Acting like a chick can never have a kid Should be pulling out if that's what you about  I'm talking music now To you she's a hooker with fuckability So you wanna hook up with no ability Can't even kill a beat without a guest appearance Writing your hook and your bars too? That ain't a rapper, that's more like an actor when given a script They applaud you? I'm clearly not meant for the mainstream Or the same dream that I had as a kid Don't want your cosign as bad as I did Hell no I won't sign a dotted line and give you part of mine I gave my heart and time to everyday at my crib all alone in my zone Name another kid who taught himself how to play "Mary Had A Little Lamb" on the phone Berry Gordy nigga, that's some history, I'm a mystery You're an open book with nothing it, ugh You're a loser but you wanna win it, huh? Never feeling safe when all alone? Firearm bars got you Holly Holm? Talking rowdy shit, tell me how does it Feel when it gets back to the talented Real shit again, I ain't fitting in  Got my own throne that I'm sitting in  That's king shit The royal penis getting clean shit I'll come into America with no rubber Make Golden Child offspring shit That's off the wall, need a Murphy bed To connect everything that a nigga said So Off the Wall, Michael Jackson's head on my arm Gave a nod even though he dead That's king shit Ugh [Chorus] That's king shit (that's king shit) That's king shit (that's king shit) That's king shit (that's king shit) That's king shit (that's king shit) That's king shit (that's king shit) That's king shit (that's king shit) [Outro] Fuck it (laughs)