King

Back in the days of when I was a kid
I would dream every day of becoming of a king
But I didn’t think I would ever pick up a mic
Just to be another white rapper, trying to gain height
Beef after beef and people fabricate lies
Just so they can bring me down and you think that it’s alright?
What the fuck is that about? This whole thing is twisted
I could kill these fuckers with the skills that I was gifted
And I know for a fact that you would come for my neck
If you saw me as a vulnerable bitch, what the heck?
You think I’m taking aim at somebody who is innocent?
This bitch has got problems, I’m being vigilant
They’ve got a whole platform of listeners
Who are sucked into the bullshit, they’re prisoners
You turned ‘em into zombies with no minds
And they attack on your behalf ‘cause you’ve got no spine
I just want to sing
I want to be king
I just want to sing
I want to be king
I would never ask for help if it ever came to blows
I’d just sit back and watch my followers explode
But I’m not that famous, and I could never be
If I was, I’d not complain, I’d be a G
No more verses done for free, there’d have to be a fee
You’re making money from my shit, so what’s in it for me?
Don’t come at me with the line of «I'll get you some exposure»
If I hear that one more time, I’m coming at you with a ‘dozer
Bull
I don’t want to do this, but I have to (I have to)
‘Cause you make me sound like I’m recording in a bathroom (a bathroom)
I would rather stick my dick inside a fucking vacuum (a vacuum)
And even then, I’d say no, I don’t want your money, thank you
I’d rather be polite, but if you bitch, I won’t hold back
I’m coming at you swinging, put my foot up in your ass
Ain’t no space up on my dick for any fucking haters
If you come at me with games, kiss my ass, I’ll see you later
I just want to sing
I want to be king
I just want to sing
I want to be king
I just want to sing
I want to be king
I just want to sing
I, I want to be king
I’m a rapper with the patience of a saint
But if you break it, then I really fucking ain’t
I’m not a man who likes to play your fucking games
Unless I’m beyond bored, then I’ll be here killing lames
If you see me in the studio, man, I’ll be spitting flames
I like to write shit, so that I can switch lanes
Overtaking other rappers with the small names
That’s what I would like to do, but I just need to up the pace
Man, I think I’m up to race, right to the top
I would like to be the king of hip-hop
Time and time again, I’ll get back up if I’m to fall down
You should give me the crown, I’m ready now to bring this shit down
I will bring a shit storm ready to kill you damn clowns
Ready to take the thrown and be the king of the underground
Destroy everybody’s hope at the same time
‘Cause that crown… I’m ready to make it mine
I just want to sing
I want to be king
I just want to sing
I want to be king