King of the World Lyrics

Hundreds of passengers and crew

Witnessed the tragedy and lived to tell the tale

Yet countless unanswered questions

Remain. Despite the violence of the sinking

And all that time on the bottom, what's inside that

Bow in particular is

Still a ghostly sense

Of the ship that was. The official 19

12 accident report seems to suggest the iceberg

Tore a gigantic 300-foot gash

In the ship's right-hand side

Ripping open more than a third of her entire hull

Every precious object is a critical data point

And could help rewrite

The story of how the ship came apart

(All right, moment of truth) The patterns

That are emerging from this remapping

Of the site don't fit any of the traditional

Models that were there before (Somebody's life's about to

Change)

You know me, I'mma let you know, the work ethic impeccable

Spittin' flow from my written notes since I was a seven-year-old

Never rest at home or let them go, that's why my dogs are the best in show

Been seein' Red, man, since I lost, Whut? The Album, shout-out Reggie No-

You already know my name from IG posts an' my Twitter feed an'

You think I'm bitter? Please, from bits an' pieces, I'll give a reason, ay

But you'd look for hidden things like you can't accept I prefer URL to IRL

Activities to say how I feel, no secrets hidden below the surface, except when it's written deep, ay

Deep disses, cheap shots Hot 'N' Ready like Li'l C's and it will be

For anyone who wants a piece of the pie, 'cause I got the sauce, no fillings

And I'm not sweet, there's no cavities, which means no hard fillings

And I go for the neck, so if you come after, that must mean my scar's healing

My bars hit the ceiling with my lawyers in the attic

I'm caught with bodies I'm concealing, made me up to be an addict

So I keep my lead insulated, I can't help it, it's a habit

Never breathe fire but on the pavement if you ever think I'm draggin'

As I blow through your index, I'm leaving no fingerprints

And the hook ain't come in yet, cause I ain't on my singer shit

So my name is in red, 'til the day that I need a hit

Like I'm bouncin' in bed, on a trampoline to flip

These lines or get quiet instead, as if the needle slipped

But I'm thinking a' head, prepared with my jeans unzipped

Vocals syncing, I said, cause I got good leadership

You'll know the kiss of death, when it leaves the reaper's lips

I got a good head on my shoulders, no need for me to be a dick

Double tap, like I need to sprint

Quick Revive like it's me again, bitch, I die, then I'm free of death

Come alive, just to eat your flesh, then get fried like tortilla chips

Smile with the weed, upset, been a while I ain't even tripped

I never need to go far, because on my keys is the spark

I reach for the stars, but keep the leaves in the jar

I be my own star, and rap to the beat of my heart

All my shit is timeless, 'cause I don't need you to watch

I'm lit when I'm rhyming, if I don't feel it, I stop

Delayed breast, bitch, I titillate when I jot

Got latex, as is the point of my plot

With my lines, I coordinate, ay

Put in tight rhymes, so there's more to hate, ay

And I rep at 8-5-9, till y'all scream you're insane, ay

When you might find, I'm just at war with Rayn, ay

Brain foggy, asking myself when did

I make all these tracks that I feel trended

And whether or not, I sold out, ay

To keep the fire warm, I'm cold now, ay

In my most dire form, am I low-down, ay

Uninspired, or am I just broke, how, ay

Did rhymes and wordplay replace my passion for delivery?

The times I force hate, innate, or actin' so I can kill a beat

When did flow become irrelevant, is that why I'm not progressive?

I feel faux now, to hell with it, like my raps are just not impressive

I know not to sell my shit, my mind, the back it starts to question

Have I forgotten all my spells again, my passion, has it lessened?

The rules y'all enforce just gate-keep, ay

Like if I break these, then y'all hate me, ay

Got my guns out and I'm aiming, ay

You can be sure I'll take my shot whenever I play a beat, ay

So fuck a rhyme scheme, fuck the industry, ay

Fuck anybody making music into NFTs, ay

Fuck gatekeepers separating lyrical and vibe music

Fuck anyone hating on a mic or how I use it

Fuck the police, fuck anybody that's abusive

Fuck six months, I'mma keep on droppin' new shit

Fuck anyone not following the strings I unfurl

Fuck making relationships, I'm not needin' a girl

This game is fucking nuts, I'mma feed it to squirrels

I still don't give a fuck, I'm still the King of the World