King

Go, go, go and call yourself the GOAT, you know what damn I wear the crown now

Bow down, you better praise your king while your surround sounds bumpin'

That bass be thumpin', like I don't really give a fuck, fully automatic, that gun clutchin'

Smoke bust and gush-in, shockwave concussion

So why don't y'all just take a step back, enjoy percussion

It's how it had to be

You just wanna come up out my throat, I'll hit your arteries

Slicin' at his vitals, why the fuck is he talking

Yeah, I'm an EMT, you know, make him dead on arrival

Like I was the one that wanted to break bread, but instead we break friends

Make amends and break ends, like yeah that's fucked