Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans
A flashy king behind the scenes
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though
Return of the king of flow
Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band
Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and
They are not confident when im talking
Like hey fucka, im the fuckin king
Someway, somehow nigga feeling
You in the presence of a king
I'm on the block as usual
Im, king of the jungle,
I love the way you're standing
Y'know i am the king
Got royalty herb, call me the toke king
Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing
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