[Produced by No I.D]
[Intro]
Uh, King, Zero!
I got it
[Verse]
You are now havin' your sandwich made
With extra mayonnaise, 808's, and a hand grenade
'Cause any man could get played in my all in phase
I mean my flow passed words like the log in page, ugh
See how my last words do?
I put my log in your girl cause we passed words too
Your BM sent me a DM and you be chasin' that hooker
You steady stalkin' her Twitter, she gave me face when I booked her
She treat me like the Facebook logo, now that's a true slut
In other words, she f'in blew me cause I f'in blew up
Acknowledge my knowledge is polished, cowards get power dropped
Man, my flow could make a suicide pilot apologize
I'm piling guys in a pile, a pile of guys on they pals
I silently swear I'll kill 'em, I'm finalizing my vows
I'm shitting on them, I'm vitalizing my bowels
Like I took a vitamin, something vital lies in my bowels
I'm the truth times two, I ain't inviting lies you should bow (Pow!)
(Paow, paow, paow) I'm taking shots in the dark
While taking shots of the dog I'm taking shots at your thoughts
You can take these shots from a vet while I'm taking shots at your dogs
They gon' have to have me shackled and tackled at tabernacles
While havin' my Adam's apple detached in a Baptist chapel
Attacked by the fastest travelin' javelin'
While attached to a dragon dragging a cage; these niggas gon' trap me
And while I'm laughing, I'm lappin' 'em, they collapse as I'm passin' 'em
Man I'm coming with the K, like they lackin' Potassium
I'm Jordan from the free throw while every frame is in slow mo'
And every fan in the stands got they head in they hands like "oh, no"
Somebody get the promo, so somebody flick the photo
And somebody stitch the logo, I'm bodying this shit, bro, bro
Get it? You don't get it? My nigga, you gotta get it
I'm bodying this shit, his logo had his whole body in it
Oh my Ice tea, coco, ice cube, vanilla ice
Tom Cruise and Vanilla Sky, tell these guys that I'm hella nice
Right, when I spit, it tear wind, the air bend
I'm wicked son, these niggas buns like hair pins
Amateurs, I scientifically handle bars
And you just Jodie, putting bikes together in your man's garage
Damn it dog, I fold this guy
I ain't talking 'bout no rapper, I said "fold the sky," nigga
In half and disperse the worse grin
As I write a verse in reverse that reverses the Earth spin
You worse than a scared nigga who popped the thing off then flee
I got a flow that can lock in and knock the wings off a flea
Yeah, I'm a king, I'm elite I could never dream of defeat
I could Dr. King you a speech while I'm Rodney Kinging ya beat
You playing the victim, nigga, I'm saying the vicious scriptures
You niggas is in denial like you bathe in Egyptian rivers
I wrote this in Hieroglyphics, I'm focused and I am gifted
I hope that I just provoked you to notice that I am different
I feel so blessed, I should mention I pushed the depths of extension
Much higher my type of talent requires special attention
Kendrick, I think you genius, J. Cole got these niggas worried
Big K.R.I.T. is a southern killer, Wale is a visionary
Pusha been pushing so long, he truly defines a hustler
Meek did his time like a G, came back home and shined on them suckas
A$AP mastered the facets of fashion, snatching the essence
Of brandin' his whole fam and a no man demanding a presence
This nigga Drake nice on the mic and act
So many hits, he fucked around and brought light skin back
And Big Sean you did it, you really did it, no bullshitting
You putting the D on I could see the future, no Warwick
Get it? Dion Warwick, I went to war with
Critics like Jay Elec', I let him see
My exhibit, get it? Exhibit C
I exquisitely make a segue down to Tyler, my future's odd
I salute you, dawg, Mac Miller, young white boy track killer
Gotta feel that, I think real rap back, nigga
[Outro]
King
