Lyrics
“King Of America”
Instrumental: The First
I got that true warrior Brett Farve in my heartning flow,
Roaches in my shit, got that starving apartment flow,
Got that hungry artist, open guitar where I’m parking flow,
Out of this world, got that Marvin the Martian flow,
I can bring any flow, what you wanna hear next?
Its plane to see, I’m taking off like leer jets,
If I spend my life blunted, I’m spendin my career’s xed,
Bringin the bang for ya buck like deer sex,
Severe checks is what they putting in my hands,
My pocket stitches bustin like I’m wearing tight pants,
I’m quite handsome, must admit it to fullest,
And plenty niggas hard, til plenty niggas see a bullet,
Some guns is MJ’s toilet, they only shoot the bull shit,
But I’m a real fella got more nuts than a tool kit,
We where the pimps at, if you ain’t get that,
We’ll hold the cap to ya dome tighter than a chin strap.
U don’t know how hard this is I be ready to stutter
But I was raised to be spitter, this my Bread n butter,
Had to hustle on that dro, since I fled the gutter,
[Now] I put my balls on the green like a steady putter,
I know my rhymez clean, once you hear the rhyme scheme,
It be clearing up ya eyes like visine,
And usually my pupils be dialing for a fire man,
Cuz I be on that Shit, I be piling on the fiyah man,
Damn it get you higher than a banner on a blimp,
In every regard, in every manner I’m a pimp,
From the way I walk, I got the hammer in the limp,
To the shits I eats, Like them glamorous shrimps…
So I ready to spit, when I post on blockz,
The shit that’s coming out my mouth leave you mostly shocked,
But I make bread hot, like when the toaster pops,
So put ya hands up quicker than roller coaster drops.
