King's Call

It’s the anthem, blood put your hands up
If you like a panda, on
I swear the journey to the top has been a lonely one
I just been trying to stay clear from all the phony ones
Wake up in a one
Can’t believe my lil homie gone
I’ve been going through some shit but I’ve been holding on
I feel like Marvin Gaye was going on
And trying to still be on the block the age of fourty-one
You can’t tell me none
Till I complete this mission that I’m on — I’m never done
I cheat on all my just like they stepping stones
I’m scraming for my haters through a big ass megaphone — you know?
My shawty told m that I think, that I’m never wrong
And she right though
When I see my target imma hit that shit on sight though
Tryna get a check so big that shit look like a typo
I know they tryna count me out this light yo
I ain’t even got no hook for this imma just let this bitch breath
This excellence
Crown me (crown me)
Tell me what the taste that be the goat
Niggas talking down ain’t got no base up in their throat
Bitch I know that I’m the best, say that shit with my chest
My discography’s a flex, how these lyrics finesse
I’ve been hotter than a fever need my temperature checked
I’m on centerstage, why they tryna heckle my say
The best of the best, you know, the rebels they say
The reincarnation of Malcolm X in the flesh
They don’t even wanna let me in I had to slip through the cracks
The realest is back, I’m just here to give em the facts
This would have been ill with a drumset from Anderson .Paak
Just a random cypher all my shit is five star
Really ain’t no bushes I can’t beat around dawg
I don’t own no aspirations I don’t be around y’all
Had to pick my crown up off from the floor
And dust it off that’s the King’s Call