Hey, terminology, King, what up, what up, let's do this, line em up, yeah
We turned up on some different *, I said that party was live, she said that * was lit
Opposites we attract, we both with the shits, but she do this * legit
Me, I had to flip them zips, man, it's no stopping me now, I roll broccoli L's
Ring ice hockey while I'm still cocky as hell
Got a Coogee from Australia, in paraphernalia
Going out like OJ for the memorabilia
Sunday, Notre Delia, I'm just different, no comparing us
Blew a half a milli, can you feel me, no one real as us
Got a hundred dollars on the bottles, yo, who tripping in?
Get some more, get some hen, get some hoes, get her friends
And they gon' let us in, J's in the letterman
Ever since the youngin' got the letters in that cheddar, man
International flow, doggie, I be overseas
And they know I got the letters in that cheddar, man
Know the flow is clean, mobbin' with my homie King
Ay, yo, I'm ill or nice, precise, you cats not dealin' with me
No chance, you can't advance, it's still iffy
Bill Bixby, runnin' games, it's real risky
I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man, I'm a man
Don't start, I stay sharp, my ear crispy
Go get her, the flow spitter, the dough getter
Stand ground, ain't backin' down to no nigga
None realer, the OG since 03
Caged up, can't hold me down, I roam free
Last minute, I'm still in it, you still timid
Bright lights on any night, I still *** it
Low level, we won't settle in pop metal
The rock rebel to smash down the gas pedal
Switch lanes, it's not a thing, I ball heavy
Y'all stall, I did it all, you not ready
Y'all petty, I never listen to that *
Bow face, I'm not the nigga to scrap with
I got mad game, check my flavor campaign
Your half-assed corny raps are damn strange
Keep your Rolex checks and champagne at McDain's
Without gold rims or fat chains
My fast motherfucker, plus I'm real fly
Wanna * with the master, son, you real die
You're a small fish, kid, I'm the big fly
Used to run up in the side for vibe and real high
Got that soul food money, every verse is fresh
I'm more old school than rappers rockin' turtlenecks
Young suckers half-steppin', tryna earn a rep
Son, fuckin' with King, you're facin' certain death
Don't give a * if you're strapped and roll deep
If you ain't got a serious flow, then don't speak
Bow back for bangin' my head to dope beats
Drip like cocaine in your darn piece, what?