He won't sit down give him a crown he just throws it around

It's like a joke he's like a king but he don't do a thing

He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry

He don't want the room and he don't want the loot he's in it for the sport

Runnin circles 'round his competition on the court

He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin for it

And you can love and you can hate it

but you can't ignore it, you can't be that ignorant

But you can try to sell him short

But you can't f#ck with his last joint or the one before it

And he was born to raise hell like them country boys

And If I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it