45 ft. King Spills Lyrics

Talk to me nice for nothin'

Tell me I'm nice for nothin

They never offered a deal, it's like I write for nothin

I had a buzz but they treated it like a light discussion

I'm like the blunt in the cypher, I need a light to function

Bullets at night be dumping

Sound of the city sirens, smell of the sewer we switch it up with the city climate

Get to the mountain, climb it, stand at the top

I'm the topic of everybody's discussion, I got the drop on these adolescents

That need to lessen, or maybe a lesson, the tension is getting thick

And I'm ready to go, what do you know

You need a tutor to study the flow

Jokes, you funny and broke mumblin' outta your throat

I'm on a roll, and bring the coffin like the commonest cold

Murderin' cats, specialize in murderin' tracks

Heard it was facts, I'm like a better Kodak Black

Or anybody that you know that rap, Spilly

How many emcees must get dissed

I'm the author of this track so when I clutch my fist

Dumb rappers better tuck they lips, remain silent

Haters tryna troll my page with lame comments

But I got everything to gain and nothin' to lose

It be the ones without a name with something to prove

Got the fire in my brain, a couple of screws is missing

I'm trippin' off of dissin' a couple of dudes

The rap game's like a tennis court

All this racket watching rappers going back and forth

It ain't enough to be physical, I just feel it's weak

When a rapper can push ya and make ya spill a tee

I wonder how the scene looks in the eyes of an actor

And me probably in the studio dying with laughter

They write a book about your life and divide it in chapters

I keep my focus on the hustle, the mind of a trapper