King Me

[Verse 1]
Time to wake up because the heat is coming back
You people keep on thinking that you come and kill it on a track
These Metaphors and similes are things I never lack
It's a cliche phrase, but I never spit it wack
I'm stacking up the fans now
But I'm staying Humble
The lyrical Tarzan swinging through the jungle
Attacking with a whack, and then I send the bitches back
And then I come and then I spit it like a motherfucking mac
Man you're lacking the rapping, to just be competing
As a matter of fact, you're a snack i be eating
I be cracking your pack while I'm smacking you back
Cuz the wack that you spat is in need of a beating
I’m a man with a plan, to be filling up the stands
Like I'm MJ, Jordan or Jackson, Durant
On a rant Ima pant, Ima puff and I’ll push
And I’m picking the people to burn like the bush
Cuz my rhymes are prophetic, but yours are pathetic
You know that I said it, with a shove and a smush
Bout to all get blown away I'm a gust of wind coming through like whoosh

[Hook]
I don't need the fame and bitch need I don't all the wealth, I just need a beat and a mic and then I’ll be the king of myself
I'm gonna keep my head held high while they give the crown to someone else, cuz I don't need respect and I don’t need love I don't need a kingdom for myself
Go ahead and crown them you can do what you like
I’ll be staying my own ruler lyrics sharp as a pike
You can keep on looking down on me like you're at a higher level
But my rhymes are so damn hot they're gonna boil you like a breville

[Verse 2]
Returning on the scene it's like my minds a murder weapon
I've been killin em left and right, and it's my country I’ve been repping
Second guessing and the stressing bitch its ending here tonight
I’ve got a lesson to be blessing you now come and see the light
Dedicated to my craft and you can call me Kobe, bitch I only do my best just like my visionary told me
Cuz I'm a model fucking student so you better come enrol me, I'll be wrapping up the wrist like I’m a motherfucking Rolly
I’m going out creating doubts, about the route that rappers take
They scout out clout open accounts but then they do that shit all fake
So why are they all acting like they're running drugs and selling bricks
They’ve all be chilling in a mansion writing crap and missing kicks
It doesn’t really matter cuz the journey is the focus, it’s the hardest part of life just so success it doesn't choke us
Staying true and staying fair is the only thing that really matters, You just keep on working hard achievements aren't on silver platters

[Hook]
I don't need the fame and bitch need I don't all the wealth, I just need a beat and a mic and then I’ll be the king of myself
I'm gonna keep my head held high while they give the crown to someone else, cuz I don't need respect and I don’t need love I don't need a kingdom for myself
Go ahead and crown them you can do what you like
I’ll be staying my own ruler lyrics sharp as a pike
You can keep on looking down on me like you're at a higher level
But my rhymes are so damn hot they're gonna boil you like a breville