The King Is Dead

[Hook]
The king is dead, long live the king
Hundred Xannies and a wedding ring
Marrried to the money, fuck a bank
We just moving onto better things
We just moving onto better things
We just moving onto better things
I ain't gotta take shit from you
The king is dead, long live the king

[Verse 1]
Quiet, they dont want ya new shit
They panic every time I do trip
I got Juku on the beat you through bitch
Why you gossip, motherfucker prove it
I knew the whole world revolve around me
I sun them I shade them I’m your top 3
Your punches all stretches like some tai chi
Dope bars in my blood I use an IV
I roll up and then I talk shit then I’m Audi
Your favorites are better than me? Yeah I doubt it
I talk out the side of my neck till they mouthing
Then I come out swinging to see if they bout it
Talking like you hot but you calling you get the burner
Turn a beat into a body getting away with the murder
Motherfucker I dare you to talk about a crown
I could wish you into the ground like I’m Timmy Timmy Turner
Goddamn, they fiend for that Yeezy and Gucci and
Louis Vuitton and Armani and Stussy
So by all your brands I can tell that you cattle
But I pick my battles so catch me in Coogie
Fuck around and make a better track than you
I act a fool but y’all don’t act I knew you goofies
Truly trash and matter fact my track trash could beat
Your very best shits booty
Dude, how you not improve
Call yourself a king and then I check you and ya lose
You could be a pawn or a knight or a rook yeah its cool
Cause I’m just a fucking player that doesn’t got any rules
You, you are not long for this Earth
Long live the king cause I’m putting in work
Double cup double cup double cup there
I done said it so you can chill out with the purp

[Hook]
The king is dead, long live the king
Hundred Xannies and a wedding ring
Marrried to the money, fuck a bank
We just moving onto better things
We just moving onto better things
We just moving onto better things
I ain't gotta take shit from you
The king is dead, long live the king

[Verse 2]
Feel like Danny tryna hop up out the phantom
All these rappers mumbling can hardly understand em
If you stuck up in the 90s i could beat your ass in tandem
With the ones that think I’m poppin’ only cause I’m fucking handsome
Young Marilyn Manson, hoppin’ in the whip again
They tryna do me dirty like the water out in michigan
Girl i hope you listening cause you are not forgiven and
My team still eating- 5 stars Michelin
I’m far from illiterate in dealing with all the snakes
They tryna bite but I got diamondbacks in my states
They tryna hide in the grass when I’m stepping up to the plate
These kids holding an eighth and talking ‘bout moving weight
Like what? then how you gon’ be handling a deadlift
You on an elevator to the top? well thats a dead lift
I said that y’all could not fucking compete with me I meant it
The king has been dead and I killed him now that you mention