Throne

Lyrics

I ain't gonna get off my throne If you think I fell off you alone Yeah yeah This ain't how you really wanted the story to go You cowards think you could get me off my throne? Nah Nah Let me give you a serious list of all those that I've overthrown Wait till you get the jist you won't get my cheese no provolone Ha Ha Dr@ko a homie but you know he better bow yeah That infant Stan thought he could take me out yeah I'm a giant little boy even on my knees I'm taller you don't want this clout yeah Why do people keep thinking they can destroy me and my music? How? Yeah Aiana Keene I don't even know why she started with me I only bring the purest perfection y'all don't know what I bring Nonstop fire no lighter can carry or handle the all of the heat I'm an assassin, don't you see the corpse of this beat? I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah) I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah) You don't want beef (yeah yeah yeah) Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah) Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah) I'll cause you grief (grrrrrr) This a tribute to Pop Smoke He had no brake live life on "go" Murdered in his home left many hurting Sick of the cheesy wannabes Y'all think this thing funny? Think gangsta badass till someone show Gunning your homies down Then you choke I swear if I hear another lil' boy Throwing shade at Pop Smoke R.I.P. Pop but they want smoke I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah) I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah) You don't want beef (yeah yeah yeah) Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah) Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah) I'll cause you grief (grrrrrr) Smoke at the legend and I'll give you cancer (cough) Draw, boy, I bet my words are faster Throwing shade cause you think you look dope Nah you just do dope (ahhhhhhh) Boy you loco? Diss Pop and you finna get smoked Sick of lines from peeps who can't even fit in they own shoes (Somebody help me!) Casino time, bet on baseless braggadocio and you gon' lose Chill folks Watch your words before you go ghost Kids acting gangsta they gon be filled w'holes I ain't no gangster but I know the risks Think you'd be a great dealer till you get stopped and frisked I don't enter that life 'cause the Lord gave me an aight hand, I'm blessed But my homies know they might be sent to "go fish" People think they can handle the life till the get a stitch See a knife You ever been threatened for your life? Young kid I went to the middle school dieciocho Video released after a girl was killed threatening me and it was a no go I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah) I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah) You don't want beef (yeah yeah yeah) Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah) Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah) I'll cause you grief (grrrrrr) White boy but identify a little more with Coco Punks thinking they're distract finna cause me distress Maybe un poco But I've had death next to me R.I.P. my homie Pedro I'm cheesy till you've lived my life, you mock me, think to diss me, no no That's all just for show show I take pictures of those I've conquered, who next up for the photo? A prodigy Prodigiously predetermined to abolish the abandoned misconception make my own predestination, predetermination and parenthetically promising an impossible passive outcome I don't need Gucci I'm fine with H&M I don't need fancy I'll still get the win I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah) I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah) You don't want beef (yeah yeah yeah) Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah) Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah) I'll cause you grief (grrrrrr) I woke Up Gotta another day Fire Stoked My head don't do nothing for me Can't even sleep can't even lie Down Without some rhymes Coming to me Sick of repetitive lines What a lie roll the die Inside an inferno raging there All you wanna dare Me to get on your case? Take an eye for an eye and then we all blind There ain't no true justice we all in a bind Y'all wanna find Where I acquire these insane rhymes These insane beats Producer be H3 The rhymes are mine But I don't use no one to write my music 'cept me I get drunk off music, but I ain't no Ba-Cardi B I just had to flee a crime scene Murdered a track so you know they right behind me Go psycho on the beat, you challenge me? Oh, I'm right behind ya I carry the heat (yeah yeah yeah) I refuse defeat (yeah yeah yeah) You don't want beef (yeah yeah yeah) Steal my lines thief (yeah yeah yeah) Look what I bring (yeah yeah yeah) I'll cause you grief I carry the heat (yeah yeah) I refuse defeat (yeah yeah) You don't want beef Steal my lines thief Look what I bring I'll cause you grief... (grrrrrr)