King (Remix) Feat. Person (Bonus...

Gotta climb back in the ring

Gotta fight back to go reign

Blood dripping from my hands

God’s with me til the end

Stand ready for anything

Whatever you’re gonna bring

You’ll fall short before your King

~ I’ll never suffer a defeat~

its a remix but Ion talking king's mix

Got musically on a track like trail mix

And yes he ate, he don't spit shit

Shitspitters, we call them dip shit

He lipsyncs but we don't lie in here

Like super cats so we spraying near

I have no fear so they call me Shakespeare

Bon di Appetite they call me frenchmen

I stand to my opps no surrender

A bunch of lines ion mean the render

Yes sir, I am here, I'm on my shit, got you in fear

Hitting McRuthless might as well had made him toothless

He was moaning on a mic catching strays it was roothless

The roof is leaking, his teeth is breaking

She is shaking, he touched her naked

She panicked, she's making a life for herself

Booking interviews with the pretty white dress

And she could smile and show all her pretty whites

We don't moan on mics and we certainly don't bite

Gotta climb back in the ring

Gotta fight back to go reign

Blood dripping from my hands

God’s with me til the end

Stand ready for anything

Whatever you’re gonna bring

You’ll fall short before your King

~ I’ll never suffer a defeat~

At the end of the album tell me how you feeling it?

Notice I don't care about if it has hits innit

Call me violet cause I'm British but I ain't change my hair

No pronouns or my clothing I'm actually a man

No matter what I say that bitch will still be a fan

No matter where I live my family always has land

King of the chips so put me in your hand

Play me like its card plus four upon the bands

Add me like uno and slide to the next hand

Call it mathematics while we subtract your last bread

The dough ain't coming in had you niggas giving head

Saw you sucking dick but stride was holding her sticks

And yea the beef is old we doing it for shits and licks

Gotta climb back in the ring

Gotta fight back to go reign

Blood dripping from my hands

God’s with me til the end

Stand ready for anything

Whatever you’re gonna bring

You’ll fall short before your King

~ I’ll never suffer a defeat~

Bitches still my sons they trained upon the potty

I am still on a throne so tell bitches to duck it

I am throwing shots so Rappad better suck it

Might just drop a album to make bitches cop they pens

Might just drop a diss and make you pull out your hairs

Might just drop a bomb and make bitches hold onto their ears

Might just make em scared and run back to their parents

Send you to the therapist, screaming no light just blight

I am still a rapper you will not put out my shine

I am still on a grind you do not deserve my time

I am still the king so sit back and let me lie

Down upon the palace with gold and lots of glitter

Call me tekashi the way my skin shines

tattoos on my neck got em calling me Lil Wayne

I respect that nigga, but he don't write so he's lame

Gotta climb back in the ring

Gotta fight back to go reign

Blood dripping from my hands

God’s with me til the end

Stand ready for anything

Whatever you’re gonna bring

You’ll fall short before your King

~ I’ll never suffer a defeat~

I got it from here, Chip,

Closer to waging war, soldiers are aiming arms towards, I’ll hold up an M1918 to raise the BAR

Take apart this Army all at once just for you to waive your arms like you’re greeting

Have you lay across like you’re grieving, y’all scared to face me off when you see me

Nothing’s off limits, being an MVP every year I already got more rings than the Olympics flag

Rappers on Xanax haven’t been able to calm, y’all looking smaller than those Ozempic ad-

dicts, by the way you waste lines and the shorter of your verses you’ve wrote

It’s only worsens your hope to stay fitted in this rap shit, y’all at the burnt ends like pork

I’m still disbursing the smoke for hours and hours until my life span’s turning me ov-er

Can’t seem to satisfy my appetite, you rappers only been the starter dish

Imma keep on strategizing rapping lines until I reach levels of Carter 3

I’m the selfish you’re allergic to, watching you all crossed stations just to channel away from me

I’ll strangle you with all groups of muscles if we ever wrestle here, y’all ain’t lyrically incline to handle the range of these

Rovers, a Jack of all trades on any terrain to the oceans, so pull up w/ that awkward stance, call me Aquaman ‘cause I’m Atlantis’ King.