[Intro]
All king everything
Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood
All king everything
Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood
All king everything
Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood
All king everything, yeah
[Verse 1]
I'll tap dance on your medulla oblongata wearin' Prada
Pull your card and do you dirty, think of the Ramada
Smoke a lot of trees in the breeze with the suntan
None can shoot my dreams down, screw your gunman
Your unplanned actions get you fractions in that one hand
Who's hotter than Nevada trap houses with a spun fan?
eLZhi, my poetry will paralyze
Picture poison darts arrow-sized that isn't sterilized
They know the name, but wouldn't speak it after dark three times in the mirror
But they always have remarks like, "This ain't King shit!"
Where my motherfuckin' crown at?
I'll leave a standup nigga on the ground, flat
And whoever sleepwalkin', keep talkin'
You found somebody's poor baby in a cheap coffin
Jae said, "Kill anything movin' that don't play dead"
I'll take you out the picture, glitch your jpeg
And I ain't really come to play around
Come place a car to spray your town, I'll lay the mayor down
But I prefer to spit a gamma-ray
And drop a couple lines that's uplifting like a Grand Marnier
At parties in the mansions on the hills where James Cameron stay
A page from Alabama, country grammar off of Grand Marnier
Aye, now who the G.O.A.T. fearin' and roach-smearin', the anecdote serum
Me, me, me, minus the throat clearin'
All king everything
Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood
All king everything
Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood
All king everything
Call me sire from the traces of royalty in my blood
All king everything, yeah
[Verse 1]
I'll tap dance on your medulla oblongata wearin' Prada
Pull your card and do you dirty, think of the Ramada
Smoke a lot of trees in the breeze with the suntan
None can shoot my dreams down, screw your gunman
Your unplanned actions get you fractions in that one hand
Who's hotter than Nevada trap houses with a spun fan?
eLZhi, my poetry will paralyze
Picture poison darts arrow-sized that isn't sterilized
They know the name, but wouldn't speak it after dark three times in the mirror
But they always have remarks like, "This ain't King shit!"
Where my motherfuckin' crown at?
I'll leave a standup nigga on the ground, flat
And whoever sleepwalkin', keep talkin'
You found somebody's poor baby in a cheap coffin
Jae said, "Kill anything movin' that don't play dead"
I'll take you out the picture, glitch your jpeg
And I ain't really come to play around
Come place a car to spray your town, I'll lay the mayor down
But I prefer to spit a gamma-ray
And drop a couple lines that's uplifting like a Grand Marnier
At parties in the mansions on the hills where James Cameron stay
A page from Alabama, country grammar off of Grand Marnier
Aye, now who the G.O.A.T. fearin' and roach-smearin', the anecdote serum
Me, me, me, minus the throat clearin'
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