king with no crown

im a motherrfucking king with no damn crown

keep talking all that shit cant bring me down

dont really care how you see me I dont need no gown

and shut the fuck up you bitches talking loud

 

 

 

detached no cap that shit I'm done with that

run up on me I dare you bitch I keep a strap

dont get me wrong I'm a trackstar but got you running laps

point is I dont give a fuck about this n that I spit facts and I'm balling like shaq

 

 

 

catching feelings for these bitches been through that

saw a nigga get shot been through that

blind not knowing about the fake friends chameleons tryna rob me every damn cent

 

 

highs and lows? lows and middles is all I know

young boy only a teen sipping hella lean

bouta give you a tour to the unclean mind of a Atlanta teen

doing drugs robbing houses fleeing at the scene

 

wearing ski masks all black go fast so the police dont intervene

mama always mad as fuck at me

there's the police we gon flee at the scene

how the fuck you angry at me I'm holding the most racks you'll ever see

 

 

 

born in sticky situations youngins full of hatred

sad truth is that only a few really make it

they really think they are bulletproof all this

but when they get hit everyone else throw a fit

confidence full of lies is really not vacant