[Verse 1: King Dwight]
Third eye open and it's muggin' your soul, the way i see it man i got control, i ain't gotta pay for it ill just take it without a fee, sitting in all gold that's why they call me a king, ill bring the snow to the spring, ill bring the heat to the winter, LeBron put up 50 before the season beginner, eating haters for dinner, breaking down my defender, king dwight never loose cause im always a winner & king dwight be in her, rolling pussies like spinners, then i skin these n*ggas and put they ass in a blenda, yes im drinking ya soul and i see you on twitter,but you ain't getting no birdies and you ain't getting no b*tches, i really got to say whats on my chest confessions all up in this b*tch i gotta say this sh*t before my nipples turn into tits i got to say whats on my chest....i really don't want my sh*t to turn into breast, yes did you know the word "Rapist" is in "Therapist"? intoxicated, arrogant, b*tches are the rarest breed. Making pus*ys bleed without A period, thinking you can go against the king are you serious? Mothaf*ckin idiot, pistol whip with the simi grip, candy paint the newest whip, i swear im so immaculate and ill smack a a b*tch... and that's word my n*gga Vanchy. One time you'll catch me eating pus*y is when a n*gga got the munchies, but ill eat ya damn life if i'm really that hungry, pus*y beat boxing "Can you teach me how to dougie?" its so ugly...
I swear its so ugly....
But its pretty
[Verse 2: Rome The God]
I Kinda fell out of my lyrical element
Elementary sh*t no meddling
I Think about the old days
sh*ts the same and it's relevant
With my n*ggas rollin jay after jay getting hella bent
If she tell that you I told her she was heaven sent
Den best believe that b*tch ain't celibate
And best believe the head game Elegant
I'm so damn arrogant
c*cky as i ever been
But I stay benevolent
Benevolent
But I've never been friendly
Tempt me
And these bullets are
What you will be befriending
Slashing fashion killers while I'm chilling in my Findi
Massive acid tripping
With a b*tch from the West Indies
And she don't have to even
Have to speak a lick of English
Or have a reason
For my flow to leave ass tingling
I guess that I just have
That effect sometimes
Might effect yo minds
At anytime
Crack in these lines
Feel it runnin the veins its
The Flow as cold as snow
And poison for ya brain b*tch
I'm Rollin slow as hell
And swerving as I lane switch
Got yo girl in the back
Kissin on my main b*tch
Calling me baby
Boy ya know
I'm bout to Ving Rhames it
This that real life
Every f*ckin day sh*t
And you don't even have to say sh*t
Cus b*tch , I know
That I'm that n*gga that you wanna Hang with
I want that head but
It's only gonna be a headbutt
So I pass it to my n*gga with the dreads
You heard what I said sl*t
I'm leave n*gga still
Like he getting his head cut
Cus I stay at yo head
Like a muthaf*ckin edged up
Yeah Like a f*cking edge up
Looking down on me
You better keep ya head up
n*gga nowadays
Always keep a n*gga fed up
You worried bout us
When you should
Just try to keep ya bread up