["Sting of The Serpent" Sample] & The prophecy read That one day like the Phoenix aroused from the ashes That a boy would be born unto a family in the slums This boy would go on to use the knowledge he gained While fighting for survival in the streets To become a great leader & In time that boy would grow to become King. Time to ride nigga. Just Blaze. I welcome you to get acquainted with the youngest in charge Respected from East to West like he was runnin' the mob Dictatin' ain't takin' orders from no one but God I know you niggas is broke 'cause I know what you charge. You niggas wishin' for a Phantom, it's one in my garage It's black as Bulgari, right next to the platinum Ferrari You niggas ain't gettin' money off of rappin' I'm sorry Fucked the rent up, went & spent 60 large on a Harley. It's where you stay 10, 012 feet, not hardly Now you see that we ain't able to compete. Now are we? Hey pardon me, I'm givin' you the West Side Story Of the A, where I stay, niggas stay down for me. Wanna play? Have you gay niggas lay down for me & Get an order for killers to spray rounds for me Competition, you ain't considered your rappin' you bore me You reppin' the A horribly, must I say more importantly. The King back "Hey hey hey hey hey" Nigga, the King back "Yeah yeah a-yeah yeah" You better lean back "Hey hey hey, wise up" Nigga, the King back "Alright, hey tell these niggas what?" The King back "Yeah yeah yeah hey" Nigga, the King back "Hey hey hey oh!" Shawty, you seen that? "What happened, my nigga?" Nigga, the King back "Alright, let's tell these niggas, hey!" Hey man, y'all niggas got me way too fucked-up. You understand that? What you need to do is, homeboy, you need to go back & grab "I'm Serious" you know You need to get familiar with "Dope Boys" & see where all these niggas got their styles right now See where that trap shit came from Then you need to graduate to muthafuckin' "In Da Streets" Volume 1 through 3 Then you need to go to "Trap Muzik" I got locked up for a second Then grab "Urban Legend" & now to bring you up to speed... Who knew you could fit on your wrist a whole pound of diamonds? I'm number 1 on the list while you clowns are climbin' Wishin' to be in positions that you found that I'm in Since you niggas do what I say, I'm world-renowned than Simon. If Jay handle a clay & around the time I deliver a bad day when .45's is firin' I care the least 'bout polices & the firemen's sirens Ambulances ain't gon' stand a chance in revivin'. DOA, the man you beat deceased upon 'em arrivin' Paramedics yell "Clear!" & your flatline's silent Y' ain't ready for out here 'cause the lifestyle violent You think you is, you must be livin' on Fantasy Island. You make us mad, get your ass wiped out like Thailand Hit up my phone, I got one up & drank the 3 while you followin' To say you want it with me is to go to war with the finest Need you be reminded. Want it with Your Highness? The King back "Hey hey hey hey hey" Nigga, the King back "Yeah yeah a-yeah yeah" You better lean back "Hey hey hey, wise up" Nigga, the King back "Alright, hey tell these niggas what?" The King back "Yeah yeah yeah hey" Nigga, the King back "Hey hey hey oh!" Shawty, you seen that? "What happened, my nigga?" Nigga, the King back "Alright, let's tell these niggas, hey!" Hey man, look, I know y'all niggas in the trap everyday still, man I know y'all niggas don't see nothin' but the projects, nothin' but bricks But listen, make no muthafuckin' mistake, man, I still will suit up my muthafuckin' self AK & 45, nigga, on side, nigga & Come see 'bout niggas. You understand? But I don't wanna do that 'cause I respect that shit y'all doin'. I started that shit, I made that shit cool, I made these niggas want to be you, nigga Nigga, respect this shit.

You niggas got balls talkin' all that shit Niggas these days talk more than a bitch Internet gangster, click boy, click (Shut the fuck up dawg) Sit boy, sit Me and fake niggas we just don't mix They huggin' too tight, now it's dick on dick I take what I take 'cause it helps me think You should be careful with what you put in your drink little boy 35 womaniser yeah (turn up) Bad little bitch from Naija (she thick) I feed her jollof just before I pipe her Me and my niggas are ahead of the time ya Put the future behind us (king) We don't fuck with that boy, take him off of the line up (king) He's got a hoe inside him, look at his time line (king) I just came from Kenya, I'm headed to Ghana (king) Now I am serious, the shine is too real it might fuck with your iris Witness amazing things Fuck with a winner darlin' (Push start) I'm whippin' the devils car How you say it? Balmain Please don't mention our names You'd be then fuckin' with a shark tank We get straight to it point blank We get real busy, long days You just login, and tweet long threads It's ironic how all of my girls would give me the go but they all red I've been dreaming big since the small bed I didn't do no talking, wasn't all Ted Pussy, pussy pussy Bitch, do you ever shut the fuck up? You niggas got balls talkin' all that shit Niggas these days talk more than a bitch Internet gangster, click boy, click (Shut the fuck up dawg) Sit boy, sit Me and fake niggas we just don't mix They huggin' too tight, now it's dick on dick I take what I take 'cause it helps me think You should be careful with what you put in your drink little boy 35 womaniser (turn up) Bad little bitch from Naija (she thick) I feed her jollof just before I pipe her Me and my niggas are ahead of the time ya Put the future behind us (king) It's a Margiela fella New Adidas deal now a nigga gettin' better cheddar Had to bring the Palais leather Baby suck me, whole Beretta Alexander Wang campaign can't do Kylie better, huh Now walkin' in the fashion show All my niggas got it on 'em, they don't wanna blast a hoe Don't know why you cappin' tho' I don't wanna cap a hoe Barkin' like a cute dog Pretty like a Kappa doe (woo) Crazy Boyfriend acting tho' Rest in peace to Yammy he the reason why I'm stackin' dough I'ma stack it up to heaven 'fore I die, Make a billi got more bars than a felony Hood Pope far from a Reverend Nigga talk crazy hit 'em with the seven Mac-11's (boom, boom, boom) Nasty C and Ferg are really trap lords, On the belief, finna cut 'em off a part You niggas got balls talkin' all that shit Niggas these days talk more than a bitch Internet gangster, click boy, click (Shut the fuck up dawg) Sit boy, sit Me and fake niggas we just don't mix They huggin' too tight, now it's dick on dick I take what I take 'cause it helps me think You should be careful with what you put in your drink little boy 35 womaniser (turn up) Bad little bitch from Naija (she thick) I feed her jollof just before I pipe her Me and my niggas are ahead of the time ya Put the future behind us (king)

[Verse One] I been a menace to society Since when? Since menace to society Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly Felt like my label hidin' me But here I am anyway I might be back to slangin' grams any day And if this record flop Well I'll be--back Wit' a bomb of hard Wit' C-Rod and the squad This whole industry's a façade Man this ain't real life Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like Man these niggaz is all hype Not even rappin' on real mics They just get high and say whatever the fuck they feel like They make me feel like bustin' these niggaz one at a time And I'm still outbustin' these niggaz Hoe pick a rhyme [Chorus] Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's so special 'bout him Ay, he ain't all that shit I set the city in fire Have you seen that shit? Ay, what these other niggaz talkin' I don't believe that shit I'm the king 'cause I said it And I mean that shit Ay, what's the big deal about him? He ain't even that shit I set the city on fire Have you seen that shit? [Verse Two] It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin' And I'm one of 'em The other four, you know who you are But if you gotta think twice Well shawty you ain't nice Regardless of your publishing deal You can't write I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic The king of the south Nothin' else worth a fight You wanna bet? Well put yo' budget up Match the price Me and you like putting matches to ice You won't make it Before I had a deal I was still butt naked God signed this, like keeping' the Lord's promise The truth nigga Like Beenie's first LP You can do a song with N'Sync And couldn't outsell me I'm a legend in my own time A prophet in my own rhymes A king wit' a concubine [Chorus] Niggaz like you, a dime a dozen They come and go So why I'm runnin' now And I ain't never run before Grab choppers, cock 'em and blow Stoppin' the show Bet or owe 'em, droppin' the hoes You just keep watchin' the door Pop 'em, watch 'em drop to the floor Fluff his pockets and go Put a quarter block on his nose And a glock in his clothes He can keep his watches and gold For his momma to hold She'll be there buyin' the hoes Before the drama unfolds They know shawty outta control Got me hot as a stove Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud Wettin' up yo' polos 44's and Callico's A black and a chrome Lettin' loose and splackin' your dome Hoppin' back in the Brougham Known for kickin' in yo' door Wavin' gats in yo' home Clearin' it out I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out You hearin' about The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart Because you know sacrifice Was near and dear to your heart [Chorus] [Talking] Ay, my niggaz Y'all already know what it is T-I-P, Grand Hustle, Pimp Squad For life nigga Sanchez on the beat, dig this man I'ma keep it always pimpin' I'm stayin' down Y'all niggaz gone send yo' demos in Get cha little motherfuckin' deal Go sell records Nigga I got houses, I got blow, I got dro Nigga I got hoes, nigga I got property nigga What you wanna do nigga? Fuck y'all niggaz Come see about me if you don't like it King of da God damn south Rubberband man in this bitch Uh, oh, oh

Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh This is how it feel to be on top of the world, oh-oh I'm so glad I've been through the dirt, oh-oh You can never play me, I know my worth, oh-oh You can call me whatever you want, I've been called worse, nigga Let go of all your fears, let go of all your fears I go to church on the moon, I talk to God on shrooms I know I'm not perfect, but the God I worship He forgives, He saves King shit (king shit), king shit (king) King shit (king), king shit (king) Set it off (set it off), set it off (set it off) Set it off (off), set it off Come on King shit (king shit), king shit (king shit) King shit (king shit), king shit (king shit) Set it off (set it off), set it off (off) Set it off (off), set it off Ice box, where my heart used to be Giving rocks, to the slimes cool with me Can't never let the guap ruin me Ten times what they say on my eulogy Snapbacks, tattoos and jewelry Talking dollar signs, ever so fluently Top of the world, baby, it's you and me She's all about her nudity It be moving me, is she using me? Ms. Troublemaker, come hop in the pool with me Know what we doing, we right where we choose to be Thought I told you it ain't new to me I might show my true colours, for you to see This for the homies that God took away from me Heaven is empty, they're right in the stu' with me King shit (king shit), king shit (king shit) King shit (king shit), king shit (king) Set it off (set it off), set it off (set it off) Set it off (off), set it off (off) Come on King shit (king shit), king shit (king shit) King shit (king shit), king shit (king shit) Set it off (set it off), set it off (set it off) Set it off (set it off), set it off (off) Have you ever seen a Zulu man as passionate as this, baby? Flying state to state, to state, to state, to state, to state But Durban still the crib, baby Five hunnid stina, Blue Madibas for the feature, spittin' lava through the grill, baby I know they're 'bout to tell me I'm feelin' myself When they all wanna know how it feel, baby All you cheerleaders stick to cheering, please What's your two cents to my pair of McQueen's The ones before me started calling me king Pass me the torch, now I carry it clean I'm only human, I am not a machine Can't have everybody under my wing You take the crown, you take the yang and the yin Defend the title, I'ma stay in the ring Ring

This shit, this shit, this shit, it's like Velveeta You see what I'm sayin'? It's, it's, it's overload, overload, overload Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh) I'm too rich to be sober I done fucked off in Gucci, I done bought over ten Rovers Gave a thousand bags to the soldiers I done put a lot on my shoulders (Yeah) I ain't holdin' out, I'm the coldest (Ain't holdin' back) I ain't holdin' back, I'm devoted (Ain't holdin' back) You can be the wave, I'm the ocean (You be the wave) I done ran away with the bands (Yeah) I done fucked the face of a fan (I fucked her face) I done gave away a Cayenne (I gave away) Got the whole world takin' Xans (The world) Ben Franky out the gang gang, turnt up to the max (The max) My lil' goon made a million dollars, now she ain't gettin' whacked My wrist must be on drugs, my ears must be on drugs My chain must be on drugs, I'm lookin' like I'm on drugs My right pocket got drugs, my left side pocket got drugs My pinky finger on drugs, I'm flooded out on drugs Swag overdose (Yeah), swag to the most Bodybag Dior, as well as Saint Laurent Balenciaga, run it up (Balenci'), pop collar with a slut Top shotta in the guts, double M, it's a must Maybach, sippin' mud, matte black with the guts Blasted off, enjoy it, blast off in a toy They gon' really get destroyed, they gon' really get employed Transport a lot of guns (Uh huh), take a bad bitch to lunch (Uh huh) Blast off in a toy (Uh huh) Whip the soft 'til it's hard (Uh huh) Sadity shit like McCartney (Huh) My whip crazy in the Forgis (Uh-Huh) All my white bitches like it (Uh-Huh) Sendin' a tip where to strike it (Uh-Huh)