Young King KOLD. (Ft. Will Smith)

[Hook]
The kings crown
Weighing heavy
On my head
On my head
On my head
I don’t know where I’m headed
But I’m almost there
Almost there
Almost there

[Verse 1]
Young king on his Charlemagne
I see the big picture
Like in back of matinées
Young killa
Anything I Cut will lacerate
Anyone who want it
Heads in a box where your matts lay
An wait for your fam to get it
Whats in the box!?
Like the best scene in Seven
Said Kold
You need to get ya weight up
Nah chill
I just copped a couple packs
I've been waiting on
Skinny nigga damn right but I’m eating
Only bitches I trust wear leashes
Pool full of liquor
Diving off the deep end
On the weekend
Trips to Italy inside the Venetian
Hit the dice
B. Jennings
All I See are 7's
Only box car I roll is a G wagon
Yet I kept it on track
Soul's to this shit
I’m Jessie O. in this bitch
Yea
Known as a power hitter
Once I hit
Guarantee they be running home quick
Feeling like I’m Sosa
Surrounded by this white
Kicked back like I’m Rosa
Bitches come by the pack like its hoe-sale
Young nigga got bands
Put them flutes in the air
Celebrating since I got here
Yea
Paper flipping
Just like a rolodex
I want the crown
But not only on a Rolex
Fuck around regicide if you own it
We walk around like we soldiers
Arms on our sides quick to pull an fully loaded
Uh
Alone
As I sit in the darkness
Sipping out my solo cup filled with a dark drink
Faded
But still in the picture
My niggas still hungry
On corners still pitchin'
We gotta go get it
I’m gone