Clone
Took one for the homie
Fucked the fat friend
My boy got the best
Then I stole his bitch
I fucked her thrice
My man I took her breath
Now I'm laying with her
Writing poems
As I touch her breast
O.K shouldn't fuck with king
But now he learned straight from the best
I don't fuck with you
Or any of this roo rah shit
You can come round twice a day
And still be any other bitch
Feel free to call me Dalton James
Or King, I just don't give a shit
Gotta put my name on the charts
Cause that's how they cook that mint
Daddy never liked my music
So I just kept making more
Your sister is a fan of me
Continually a little whore
Dressing like the end of wars
A celebration of the tour
Whi- whi- which your bigger papa
Make yo mama wanna lick me
S- s- sober after hours
Call that shit enlighteninging
King be making all the rules
That's bossy shit that's monarchy
Consume the DNA straight off the nine
The po-lice cannot find he
Everybody's heard the stories
Of Triumph, King
Voyeur analysts writing manuscripts
Bout the taste of blood in your mouth
And how it's killing me
It's Chilling B
As I cough up the same substance I referred to
Lungs rupturing like Kīlauea on Hawaii
Lost all incentive since the Mary took control of me
Even if I had it this album still wouldn't be cracking G
Bodies on bodies getting counted like it's emergency
Fuck with the harder shit, that's what you'll get OD
Gunshot to the neck
Gets real messy, no Lionel
And the police think it's sketchy
When the witness say I don't know
Like it's compelling
Hard to decipher ciphers I be spilling
Work your flow up, King, I'm just chilling
Move to AZ
Buffin since '03
Legitimately
Know a cop
That's a freebie
Konzaika peewee
Memories of football
Early morning
Or late in the evening
Repping the set of that DXM make me feel a certain something I shouldn't be feeling
I said it before and I'll say it again I don't give any fucks about how you are feeling
I fuck with the real ones the ones who have stuck around
Others ain't stick around
All them is bitches now
Two bitter middle fingers up to the sky
Fuck 'em all
Fuck it
Voyeur analysts writing manuscripts
Bout the taste of blood in your mouth
And how it's killing me
It's Chilling B
As I cough up the same substance I referred to
Blood gushing like Kīlauea on Hawaii
Lost all incentive since the Mary took control of me
Even if I had it this album still wouldn't be cracking G
Bodies on bodies getting counted like it's emergency
Fuck with the harder shit, that's what you'll get OD