What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
King in it, watch the crown when he spit it
Believe in his every move like he's leading religion
Just win it, is my mental condition
Refuse to take losses no matter the disposition
Never gon' catch me bitchin', never no code switching
If ever just kno-nuh-nuh-nuh-know I-I-I-I'm glitching
Every written he hitting I miss it you know I'm sinning
Stay consistent with giving you whippings within the lyrics
Quote is the uptown sultan, rep 149 and Jackson
Don't come round here frontin' unless you want that action
I'm an addict of passion, live for my satisfaction
So efficient in rappin' that you can not reach my bracket
Arrogant out of habit, confidence at its truest
Undisputed belief in his words beyond the music
Focused on connect the diaspora to one unit
Aint startin' no trends this king shit is a movement
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
Feared like I'm king kong
Drop a verse and make you use it for your ringtone
Think you're messing with the king well you're dead wrong
Got skills that'll run you bout a mile long, king get your shine on
What you boutta talk about
Something real or the same shit chasing clout
Man you know I keep it hunnit check my soundcloud
Brewing music that'll jump and make the Gods proud, turn it up loud loud
Presence of a king man
Type of lyrics that'll knock you out the ring fam
Punchlines got em choking on your teeth, wham
Bring heat if you lookin' for a feature jam, snappin' cause the beat's h.a.m
Talkin' like the crown's mine
Plus I walk it like I talk it call me Primetime
Euthanizing instrumentals with every rhyme
Man I'm gunnin' for respect with a little shine, whole lotta dollar signs
Blessed with a text at a level that'll make you raise the bar
Checkin' for a queen that'll let me hug on them curves like NASCAR
Round 50 years long, but the MC, he still a genius
The demeanor so damn regal that you gotta call him Negus
Little bit of this and a little bit of that
Mix of jazz and soul and a lot of pro black
The heir to the throne call me Quote when I rap
Giving my perception never skewing from the facts
Startin' to look slow if you can't really rap
Raised in the Brizzle I don't know how to act
Harlem born know the black culture where it's at
We going uptown sis shout out to your track
Q catch your words 'fore you s-snap
He making hits don't need your bat
Cut the radio cause yall w-w-wack
To be exact yall flow is nap
Flexin' cause hip hop is back
Grateful for that r-real rap
Patient in complacence
Cause this art form keeps our lives in tact
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
Quote the MC - King Ish (feat. ModEst & Evergreen-G) Lyrics
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What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
King in it, watch the crown when he spit it
Believe in his every move like he's leading religion
Just win it, is my mental condition
Refuse to take losses no matter the disposition
Never gon' catch me bitchin', never no code switching
If ever just kno-nuh-nuh-nuh-know I-I-I-I'm glitching
Every written he hitting I miss it you know I'm sinning
Stay consistent with giving you whippings within the lyrics
Quote is the uptown sultan, rep 149 and Jackson
Don't come round here frontin' unless you want that action
I'm an addict of passion, live for my satisfaction
So efficient in rappin' that you can not reach my bracket
Arrogant out of habit, confidence at its truest
Undisputed belief in his words beyond the music
Focused on connect the diaspora to one unit
Aint startin' no trends this king shit is a movement
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
Feared like I'm king kong
Drop a verse and make you use it for your ringtone
Think you're messing with the king well you're dead wrong
Got skills that'll run you bout a mile long, king get your shine on
What you boutta talk about
Something real or the same shit chasing clout
Man you know I keep it hunnit check my soundcloud
Brewing music that'll jump and make the Gods proud, turn it up loud loud
Presence of a king man
Type of lyrics that'll knock you out the ring fam
Punchlines got em choking on your teeth, wham
Bring heat if you lookin' for a feature jam, snappin' cause the beat's h.a.m
Talkin' like the crown's mine
Plus I walk it like I talk it call me Primetime
Euthanizing instrumentals with every rhyme
Man I'm gunnin' for respect with a little shine, whole lotta dollar signs
Blessed with a text at a level that'll make you raise the bar
Checkin' for a queen that'll let me hug on them curves like NASCAR
Round 50 years long, but the MC, he still a genius
The demeanor so damn regal that you gotta call him Negus
Little bit of this and a little bit of that
Mix of jazz and soul and a lot of pro black
The heir to the throne call me Quote when I rap
Giving my perception never skewing from the facts
Startin' to look slow if you can't really rap
Raised in the Brizzle I don't know how to act
Harlem born know the black culture where it's at
We going uptown sis shout out to your track
Q catch your words 'fore you s-snap
He making hits don't need your bat
Cut the radio cause yall w-w-wack
To be exact yall flow is nap
Flexin' cause hip hop is back
Grateful for that r-real rap
Patient in complacence
Cause this art form keeps our lives in tact
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
King in it, watch the crown when he spit it
Believe in his every move like he's leading religion
Just win it, is my mental condition
Refuse to take losses no matter the disposition
Never gon' catch me bitchin', never no code switching
If ever just kno-nuh-nuh-nuh-know I-I-I-I'm glitching
Every written he hitting I miss it you know I'm sinning
Stay consistent with giving you whippings within the lyrics
Quote is the uptown sultan, rep 149 and Jackson
Don't come round here frontin' unless you want that action
I'm an addict of passion, live for my satisfaction
So efficient in rappin' that you can not reach my bracket
Arrogant out of habit, confidence at its truest
Undisputed belief in his words beyond the music
Focused on connect the diaspora to one unit
Aint startin' no trends this king shit is a movement
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
Feared like I'm king kong
Drop a verse and make you use it for your ringtone
Think you're messing with the king well you're dead wrong
Got skills that'll run you bout a mile long, king get your shine on
What you boutta talk about
Something real or the same shit chasing clout
Man you know I keep it hunnit check my soundcloud
Brewing music that'll jump and make the Gods proud, turn it up loud loud
Presence of a king man
Type of lyrics that'll knock you out the ring fam
Punchlines got em choking on your teeth, wham
Bring heat if you lookin' for a feature jam, snappin' cause the beat's h.a.m
Talkin' like the crown's mine
Plus I walk it like I talk it call me Primetime
Euthanizing instrumentals with every rhyme
Man I'm gunnin' for respect with a little shine, whole lotta dollar signs
Blessed with a text at a level that'll make you raise the bar
Checkin' for a queen that'll let me hug on them curves like NASCAR
Round 50 years long, but the MC, he still a genius
The demeanor so damn regal that you gotta call him Negus
Little bit of this and a little bit of that
Mix of jazz and soul and a lot of pro black
The heir to the throne call me Quote when I rap
Giving my perception never skewing from the facts
Startin' to look slow if you can't really rap
Raised in the Brizzle I don't know how to act
Harlem born know the black culture where it's at
We going uptown sis shout out to your track
Q catch your words 'fore you s-snap
He making hits don't need your bat
Cut the radio cause yall w-w-wack
To be exact yall flow is nap
Flexin' cause hip hop is back
Grateful for that r-real rap
Patient in complacence
Cause this art form keeps our lives in tact
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king yo
Huh
What yall want from a motha f*ckin' king
Writer: Quote the MC, Tarik Shah
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid