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Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We do it

I sweat blood for this game

Gassed up with propane

And when it's all said and done I swear dawg you gon' call me the king

Show how I do my thing

Wait, hold up, click click bang

I take shots at the fakes and I swear dawg they're gon' call me the king

I sweat blood for this game

Gassed up with propane

And when it's all said and done I swear dawg you gon' call me the king

Show how I do my thing

Wait, hold up, click click bang

I take shots at the fakes and I swear dawg they're gon' call me the king

F**k these verse man I'm writing scriptures

My life turned into a motion picture

I'm drinking like I got an extra liver

My demons think I need an exorcism

I've cheated life at least two times

Suicide, I'm still alive

My intervention was so divine

Throw up gang signs to the most high

Cause he got my back like a chiropractor

He won't take me back until I show my talent

So here I am and here I stand

Telling yall that I'm the f**g man like Hugh Hefner

I'm coming of age like an early e**n, I guess that's Hugh Hefner

God Bless him

This ink drips from my slit wrists

Can you hear the timer going tick tick

I'm finna blow and I ain't on my knees

I'm standing taller than Yao Ming

Aimin' like I just finished a prayer

I'm finna shoot at your fav's career

I'm trapping hard and this ain't a snare

I'm a carnivore, I ain't got no peers

Line after line man my nose is growin

You ain't get that I'm pinocchioing

May have to cut it cause my lines is potent

Came in hot like my semen molten

I'm hard headed as erections homie

I won't rest until I get the trophy

That's a BET and the MTV and the Grammys

But we'll start with the SAMAs

Sun's out, guns out n**a take cover

Don have a crack and I ain't no plumber

I'll just spit it till I ride in the Hummer

Riding with H3 in the H3 with the AC on full bast

Arnold on just to relax

Bay City with the durag

Shout out that boy Jam Jam ain't eating nice but I go HAM

Fam first they get the gold man like we colonized these Africans

I'm in shape and I'm on form feeling fit as an epileptic

I'm war ready, conscripted

Bring the deadlines, I just killed it

I'm the lifeline

I'm the heartbeat

I'm the true story

I'm on repeat

I'm a new beast

I'm a straight fiend

I'm a black king

I'm affirming

I'm a black king

That's two times for your deck of cards

I go realer than King Kong

Beat my chest as I go off

Hope you feel this shit in your colon

It's the gut feeling, I'm close dawg

Sit back as I blow up

I sweat blood for this game

Gassed up with propane

And when it's all said and done I swear dawg you gon' call me the king

Show how I do my thing

Wait, hold up, click click bang

I take shots at the fakes and I swear dawg they're gon' call me the king

I sweat blood for this game

Gassed up with propane

And when it's all said and done I swear dawg you gon' call me the king

Show how I do my thing

Wait, hold up, click click bang

I take shots at the fakes and I swear dawg they're gon' call me the king

King by The Don/Various Artists - Lyrics & Covers