King's Dead (with Kendrick Lamar, Future & James Blake)

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Miss me with that bullshit.

You ain't really wild, you a tourist.

I be blackin' out with the purist.

I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it.

I made five hundred thou', then I freaked it.

I bought a eighty-seven for the weekend.

This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want.

This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want

And it's like that, lil' bitch. MVP, I don't get no sleep.

No, I don't like that, lil' bitch. Bust that open, I want that ocean. Yeah, that bite back, lil' bitch.

Do it bite back, lil' bitch. Need two life jackets, lil' bitch.

I ain't gon' hold you. I ain't gon' pressure, never control you. I ain't gon' front you.

Keep it one hundred, I don't know you. Boss like Top Dawg. Boss my life up, crossing over.

Stutter stepping. Now the Hall of Fame in all my posters.

I been ready, my whip been ready, my bitch been ready, my clique been ready, my shit's been ready, my checks been ready, my shots on full, that's Armageddon.

I got pull, I hope y'all ready. My tank on full, you know unleaded.

I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it.

My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up, my name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up.

My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up. Menage et trois, my queen gon' roll up. I hope y'all ready, you know

I'm ready. I rain all day, you know confetti.

I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it. Skrrt

Miss me with that bullshit

You're not a gang member, you's a tourist I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out

Bought a eighty-three Cutlass for the weekend

I got a hundred thousand and I freaked it I made five hundred thousand and I freaked it I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah Fuck his baby mama, tryna sneak this

I took her to my penthouse and I freaked it I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? I got big dog status, it ain't no secret

La-di-da-di-da, slime on me now Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car

La-di-da-di-da, motherfuck the law Chitty Chitty Bang, murder everything Bitch, I'm -on a roll and I put that on the Dame -Yeah

Miss me with that bullshit

You ain't really wild, you a tourist I be blackin' out with the purist

I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it I made five hundred thou', then I freaked it I bought a eighty-seven for the weekend

This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want This ain't what you want, this -ain't what you want -Change it What you want? What you want?

Red light, green light, red light, green light, red light, green light, they like we like fast cars Fast money, fast life, fast broads Egotistic, goin' ballistic

Why, God?

Born warrior Lookin' for euphoria But I don't see it, I don't feel it

I'm paraplegic

Tapped in when I'm maxed in Compound with the matchins and the pumps in the background I was absent, never OG, sent out I was lackin' everything else but doubt And the Magnum hold the Magnums with a Magnum Nigga ad-lib and I sing out loud

Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope They was like, "Nope," I was -like, "Booyah, booyah" -Yeah, God

T off the date, no P off the beat Off the eat off your plate, throw me off, I be off your head We're late on C4, I'm way off the edge Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree Fuck your feelings, fuck your culture Fuck your mom, fuck your family

Fuck your tribe, fuck your land Fuck your children, fuck your wife So am I not your father?

Not your brother, not your reason Not your future, not your comfort Not your reverence, not your glory Not your heaven, not your angel Not your spirit, not your message Not your freedom, not your people Not your neighbor, not your baby Not your ego, not the title Y'all want me under -I am king, you my girl -Red light, green light, red light, green light, red light, green light, they like we like fast cars