Birth of a king
Walking wit the giants
Like I'm runnin wit the lions
On my dick but I'm not trying
Birth of a king
Eyes look like I'm dying
Call me tiger wit that iron
Cookin shit my Mac be fryin
Birth of a king
Step in unknown jeans
Tell these niggas now you'll never guess what my inseam
Put Propane in my Russian cream
Got the gas boy what you mean
Quiet down please don't cause a f*cking scene
We might slide thru
Bring the homies too
Tinted who tf is you
We a chosen few
Who gon notice you
In the lotus coupe
We goin stupid
Think it's overdue
But idgaf so tell me wtf is holding you
It's the birth of a king
These other niggas lying
I always wondered where they find em
Cap n flodge until i try em
The first f*ckin thing
You see when eyes get wider
Is the lies is shining brighter
Now they tryin harder just to hide it
Truth could clear scenes
But can't fit in her jeans
Her ass was stupid fat
But then her thighs done killed the dream
I hear the sirens sing
But I'm too geeked to feel a thing
I'm off a 4 I feel fantastic
This sauce is everlasting