King

[Verse]
(They tell you)
Get in line, do the things that they want you to do
Follow everything they say I hope my movement’ll suit you
Matter fact, I been hoping it don’t
Cause I know that they can’t affect me yeah I’m knowing they won’t
I won’t follow their code
I’m clocking out on rap standards
Need to be indecent so I disrespect on following manners
I’m acting out throwing tantrums
Ripping the canvas
Their fingers sticky and poisonous
Battle me its a hazard
I got the armor on
Shield of faith sword it’ll cut into every
Motion or allegation of evil, rebuttal on any
Frontline to make me stop moving or fall
I don’t want the crown, know that I ain’t following y’all
I stand tall, He’s holding me up
Y’all better adjust
We tough you ain’t shutting us up
Looked the temptress right in the eyes and said “run”
They coming at me and they loaded and they telling me

[Hook]
You gotta be the King, nice clothes, nice shoes, break rules
Smoke this, drink this, man it’s all about you be the King
Y’all can’t tell me who I am, interfering with the plan
Coming at my God’s dangerous for you, he’s the King
Come and do it like this, sign the dotted line
Live to my design, let your moral mind slip, be the king
I’ve already got a spot on the team
You can give your best shot but you’re off
I ain’t gotta be the king

[Verse 2]
Boy I can tell you want me in the trenches
Sleeping on the benches
Seeking money from your evil
Cooking lies up in my kitchen
I’m not in a position to say that I’ve never listened
Or acted based on your words, just following your prescription
You’re not gonna catch a man slipping
Or be like every rapper out there, tripping
Given you might catch a man switching up the cadence he’s ripping
Dipping in the church faith living
Truth being told you ain’t stopping me, ain’t gonna drop lost in your commas
You ain’t allowed in my thoughts I’m not locked in your coffin
I’m fine with passing on flexing I hit up the mall
To get a cinnamon roll at Cinnabon with my mom
And I’ll provide you no apology
Obvious I’m unusual
They may wanna copy me
Hope my movement’s amusing you
I ain’t gotta try and be better than dudes
I’m fine with being the kid in his own line
What that means is it’s my own line got my own time and that’s so fine
On my own clock on my own dime
Got the new rhymes and the old rhymes it’s a gold mine
It’s mind blowing cause I know I don’t fit
I don’t need any approval or validation for this
I’m get to the next track and ain’t no making him quit
Got a drive that is taking me anywhere it’s a lyft
And the driver got the direction I just follow his list
And ain’t no stopping kid knowing who he is, man

[Hook]
You gotta be the King, nice clothes, nice shoes, break rules
Smoke this, drink this, man it’s all about you be the King
Y’all can’t tell me who I am, interfering with the plan
Coming at my God’s dangerous for you, he’s the King
Come and do it like this, sign the dotted line
Live to my design, let your moral mind slip, be the king
I’ve already got a spot on the team
You can give your best shot but you’re off
I ain’t gotta be the king