[Hook]
You niggas throwing stones at a glass house
You niggas don't be livin' what you rap bout
I lost a half a million in my trap house?
I started from the bottom what you mad bout
King me, nigga nigga, king me, nigga nigga
Bow down when I come around, I said king me nigga
King me, nigga, king me, nigga, king me, nigga
Money ain't a thing to me nigga
[Verse 1]
Gyea, see I don't get no paper and I see why
All my niggas hustle, stack that money knee high
When I was young I had a neck from Third and Lehigh
I f*cked it up stung that nigga like a Beehive
King me, nigga (nigga), if you need that work
All you gotta do is ring me, nigga
In the trunk, rented car from hertz I got it, I got it
I'm talking about that loud shit I'm talking bout that product
I'm talking bout narcotics, I'm the king
You a pawn, you sucka niggas be alarm
You p**sy nigga I’m the don, you rookie nigga held up on
That roley all on my arm, put forty all in my charm
That 40 all in my waste don’t make me point it all in your face
You p**sy nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I put it into all awards but I never start shit
See the problem is their mouth be bigger than their hearts is
Get em boys be strapped up, but them niggas won't shoot a thing
Unless them p*ssies at the shooting range
King me nigga, crown me nigga
If you really got beef when you see then down me nigga
See I always keep those Philly gangstas around me, nigga
And I'm fresh my fabric softer, no downy nigga
Got Versace all in my back, 5 percent on my lap
Pistol all in my lap, floating off of my track
There's North Philly, EA boy Gillie he play
So real, got young shooters, they do whatever that he say
Let's go!
[Hook]
compositores: Gillie Da Kid
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