They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door
Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor
We fly high perfect 10 you know i stick the landing
So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring
A little pillow he grips, just to cushion his landing
Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king
You got more chance landing a plane than landing a punch on me
No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy
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