King's Speech

Yeah, I pack a hella punch You eat a pack for lunch I snack on beats I munch Bitch you really outta touch I'm slimy call me sushi Yo girl she suck and do me I kick the pad like Bruce Lee Unsightly like Gary Beuci You've reached the mind monsters The mind of light and rockstars I dream of private charters Headed for estates and sponsors Been dreaming for a minute I'm anxious known to fidget Semi-short like kinda midget Dropped his ass left him suspended I chalked it up You Lucky duck You lucky fuck Bitch shut the up I pack a punch Don't need a gun Don't need a blunt I'm super blunt Forgiveness gone I used that up I made a song I beast that up Then run my funds Yo face is scrunched Yo bitch my lunch I think that's Dutch She drink my punch She nestle crunch Like Jordan dunk I dunk her head It's in my junk I spar with bums I counter punch I raised her up I raise a cup She eat and fuck The eat me suck me Nighty tuck She wanna ride I call her truck She said yo place Look like a dump I laugh it up She ride and pump Said gave it up She said you dumb She said my dick Was like a stump Her ass was plump I had to stop We laughed a lot She wasn't hot It's not a prob The sweat was sliding Nasty sloppy Hot like coffee Smoked the loud It had me coughing Smoked that nigga Now he coffin It's exhausting Just recalling All the money Had me bawling Stacking tall I spent a rack on alcohol No friends or cameras Was involved A free-for-all She had to call it Had her crawling Call her bestie Smashed em both Then grabbed my coat With No emotion nigga You don't know me At all, at all, at all I call the homie Homies running Paid the price Now homies gunning They don't ever See it coming Know I must be Up to something Pissed me off Don't let it go I'm holding on But anger's strong Then next I know I make a song To process how I'm moving on I gotta pay To move some weight It's kinda strange I shoot it straight I hear you walking to the gate I threw the body in a lake They ask my status I'm okay Just had to wash the blood away I made a case That snitch is paste Man what a waste I smacked her ass Could tell it's fake Like dudes toupee Said grind it faster Endele Then eating posh That salmon, steak She saw my face And straight away She gave me cake The second date Asked if I like it Said it's great But I got plenty on my plate Like Bentleys, houses, Rats and mouses I got cash to generate I dedicate to educate I activate then dominate They got me pissed, I urinate I'm irritated, motivated Lotta shit I tolerate These bitches help alleviate But back to love, cooperate Make sure the cash stay circulate I plant my roses cultivate Exect, ask my associates I point and jest, humiliate While celebrate and meditate I navigate then calculate Ruminate, eliminate Any bitch that's in my way Can't play with these hoes today Stupid