Who said they fucking with King and the B
Bow down and kiss the ring
All you niggas see defeat
I make your army retreat
Steppin to me
I do not think there's a possible way that you niggas can beat
Me or the C-A double L O-N
When we both wanna pick up that pen
Duda aduda don't get slapped by a nigga like me
We spit that real sugar honey iced tea
What you call a win I call a light breeze
Come get your bitch shit all over my jeans
Yo mom tryna fuck with the anime Wu-Tang
And for the Rumble World I be planning a few things
And when the money call I pick up like you rang
Got the cheat code but I'm playing a new game
I hate that I'm forced to be slapping the crap
Out a nigga who be cap in his rap
Every time I come around niggas act like they can't breathe
Yeah they having an asthma attack
Niggas get real insecure when they hear my verse
That's why I go last on the track
It's really cause I spaz when I snap on this freestyle shit
They ain't want me to tap into that
But I did ho yeah I really really did hoe
Get your Lil Jon on and get low
Gotta be the FEDs what the fuck you want 10 for
Silk Sonic cause I'm smoking out the window
Milf on it and I'm sucking on your nipple
Still got it and the money need to get more
Real honest I'm a nigga with the wins hoe
And I'm gonna switch up like Nintendo
Never switch up on my Kinfolk
All of us stuffing our billfolds
Step in stopping my steal toes
Each new drop a crescendo uh
Anime phonk
Lurnt up Im a savant
Zenned out feel like a monk
King Tut give me my Ank
All day you gon' let a God rein
Blow a bit of chump change on a chomp chain
Put you on game our skills ain't the same
Our bills ain't the same
My quill hit the page and dilligents pays
Ain't feeling my face bitch I go dumb like a baka
New school shove you in lockers
Sole of my shoe was the product
Things that I do for a dollar ha
Cash ruin everything around me
Classroom looking like county
Bebop here for the bounty
Size thirteen I got clown feet
And we going up on a downbeat uh
Married to the game you and I match
Me and my bitch got a suicide pact
I'm killing myself
Wake up step to the mic
I'm feeling my wealth uh huh
Still in my realm
Now I'm woke my soul got knowledge of self for uh huh
I'm finna ball like Delta uh
Left so Health Skeltah huh
I got a ill mind
Couple of late nights kicking it Hillside
Shit gettin spooky and eerie as still nights
Lately my rhyme book more like a field guide uh
Rappers almanac got your back
Now that's a solum act
Life a bitch that I'm about to saw in half
Frantic in fact I'm a hypochondriac
I give a fuck what they all react
All of them biased
I gotta kill them with kindness
Every verse I'm the nicest
Real ain't no gimmick it's wrote on my license
Ooh B
Callon B
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GYB
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