Chillin' with homies and family
I'm supersonic that's what they call me
They call me the god of night and the king of days
And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways
‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
Got royalty herb, call me the toke king
Hundred thousand worth of ice on me now
Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow
Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression
I'm the armor of hip-hop, they call me protection/
Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair
They call me the rap mayor so be fucken aware
Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator
//me and great the king slayer
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