FURY ft. Type1ne Lyrics

Bad guys don't watch to the point of discussion

Cussing over your favorite producer's production,

Trucking, sixty over the speed

Smoking weed, no seeds

Shortage-ing like Shannon Tweed, please

Banging like a new kelechnekoff (?)

I ain't got time for these bitches like a missing watch

Time running out like a fucking mission clock

Drop and roll, like it's fire with the stop

I'm getting full like penitentiary's

Why you talk about the villain but you never mention me?

Iron mask cover up all of these entities

This isn't a Biggie, smalls, why? Are you shitting me?

The coast got a taste of vanilla, nicotine killer

Yo, RIP to Dilla

It doesn't matter how you got there, it's that you got there

Stop, stare, walk away if you become scared

I, the King, spit for the hearing impaired

Got bored with just one, so now I kill 'em in pairs

Emcees dread dissing me like Bob Marley hair

Final boss of this shit, nigga, welcome to my lair

Rappers in a single file line, tryna' come for me and mine

But the lyrics too divine

No knight in armor, but I shine

Man, I'm here to fucking stay

Y'all lasting shorter than vines

Wanted to start a war, took the chance and rolled the dice

You know that was a mistake, now I got you in checkmate

Living rent-free in y'all mind, chilling at the estate

Best drinks, palm trees and fresh stake

I'm blowing up like dead stars

Always coming with something newer than the scent of fresh cars

Ha, y'all don't even deserve my best bars

Biased ass listeners, I'm revoking y'all hip-hop cards

And I never been afraid to be the weird kid

Regardless what you think, you turn it up when you hear him

Most human beings fear him

And when they near him, they start yelling like Paul Revere did

Bitch, it's the King