King To Be

Chorus ($ir Jermias)
Getting blazed, everyday
$ipping Ace with the $pades
That is how I celebrate, you can blame it on my race
Fucking yea, Imma bathe with my golden fucking rings
Goddamn right, I was raised to be mothafuckin' king

Verse ($ir Jermias)
$o tell me why the hell you wouldn’t let me in (Now Hol' Up)
I give a fuck about your reckoning
I turned my record in (You threw my record out)
I turned it back again and now you holding out
(Now I don’t wanna hear it) Let the fans talk
(Let the beat bang) Let me hold it down
You told me go north, fuck it I’m going south
You talk that shit again, I’ll slap in out yo mouth
For fuck sake, the fucks I give just don’t exist
The up$ide is, I don’t even bone these chicks
My chick is a goddess, the king is a god
And the game I got it on lock
I don’t pay no mind, my wallet is mindless
Fuck you and thank you for your kindness
See you on the flipside you flipsiders
You bitch you, we drink gin straight, you $ip ciders
We $moke indoor, you smoke outdoor
You outsiders!

Chorus

Outro ($ir Jeremias)
You're fucking idiots
This for all muhfuckas doubtin' the kid tho
You're fucking idiots
Call me $ir Jeremias
You're fucking idiots...

Skit
(Door knock)
Mr.Record Label:
- Come in you tool
Doorman:
- Mr.Record Label your next appointment is here
Mr.Record Label:
Let him in…Sit down son sit down…All right, let's cut to the chase…
So hat should I call you?
$ir Jeremia$:
(Hmmm my name is Edson sir, but you can call me...)
Mr.Record Label:
Ok, all right.. show me what you got, then