What's good, yo, what's good? (Mike Mixer is in the building) You know I got a pimple on my, my chin I'ma bust that later (Trauma tone) But I just wanna let everybody know that I'm the king of R&B right now For this generation (No cap, no cap) I understand who done came and who done did that and that and that But now it's my turn Jacquees the king of R&B, I just heard him say it And I, I been feelin' like that ATL, let's get it, I'm the new king of R&B Yeah, I gotta dedicate this to all the kings before me, all the greats Felt like Tip Ridin' on 24s when my debut hit the stands (Uh-huh, skrrt) Used to be ridin' Mustang but I know that Lambo' was In the plan (I'ma get me a motherfuckin' Lambo', nigga) Nine years old Karaoke machine and the Michael Jackson Hand (Yeah, shout out my mama, for real) Singing, "I want you back 'cause my girl knowin' one day I'll be the man" (Uh-huh, yeah, c'mon) Grandma put me on my first flight Now I'm in the UK with American Bands (No cap, yeah, and I fly private) If you a big dawg, book me in your city I shut it down, you become the man (I done proved this shit already) You can count on me, I knew one day I'd get it (Yeah) Shuttin' shit down, now I'm the king of the city (No cap) Every day, a star is born (That's a fact) And if we talkin' kings, there's more than one (On God) You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em, hey You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap) You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em 'Cause I'ma clap for 'em (Yeah) Clap, clap (Uh), clap (King), clap (Huh) Kill a nigga for the time that he looked at you I'll be there when you're throwing that, that too Put your ass in the air, I'ma kiss that, boo Your girl over there, I'ma hit that too Get Kama Sutra freaky sex Doggy style, missionary Bless the day I met you Can't go nowhere, ain't gon' let you, uh-uh Top off In convertible, that Birkin ain't no knockoff Was just with Oprah and Denzel, I'm a player Ain't no million, then we don't compare Like Nas said, it ain't hard for you to tell, yeah From the west side of Atlanta Change the street name, it don't matter I say Bankhead, I mean my hood Where I grew up, fuck that cracker No, I don't go to Stone Mountain 'cause that statue on the side A reminder of that time when we survived genocide, damn You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em, hey You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em, clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap), clap for 'em (Clap) Clap for 'em (Clap) You should clap for 'em Clap for 'em 'Cause I'ma clap for 'em Clap, clap, clap, clap King shit, let's get it

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

["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)

Only if a nigga knew like It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you This time last year niggas was like Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets and shit I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah Nigga business partner with JAY Z Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga? Emory, what it do? You see 'em Gotta pick 'em wisely Gotta choose 'em carefully Got niggas I know that weren't there for me Got bitches I know that don't care for me Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined Why? I'm tryna break CMG So fuck that, I'm doin' mine They see I'm mad, see they call in the streets, call me back Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap In New York with 3 bangers Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor I guess the sets won't taint him Guess the money can't change him Decisions Homie on probation Took him up to Roc Nation Let him meet Jay, told him be patient Decisions, and lil homie really got it Trying to tell him wait his turn He ain't learn, lil homie caught a body 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Biggest deal of my career I feel the pressure, gotta follow up Same time I can feel the feds Gettin' closer, lockin' niggas up Decisions Closer partners, they in prison Never want to be the biggest I just want to be the realest I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter Knockers, see your goon, he my nigga He got the city divided Bring it together, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it I am the king, your highness You want a problem, well find it I was too busy gettin' too many million Like now the perfect timin' Let them lil niggas in They what they do to bitch I don't be trippin' at all Whatever come with it, I'm with it Lil nigga, I swear I'm good for it all 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done 1 million, 2 million, 3 CM9 strictly for the streets I'm tryna get a twin piece First class nigga, I'm a millionaire First class nigga, I'm a millionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this