King O.A.T. lyrics

[Hook]
If you sleep you may die
Forward is the motion, no need for brake lights
Squeeze the competition like grapes to make wine
Out here takin' risks like f*ck the safe side
Nothin' overnight, success may take time
Up the bench like, what, what you say, right?
When it come to bread, yep I'ma make mine
Rather be a great amongst greats than a king over average states

[Verse 1]
And you's the 5 foot 11 king over all the midgets
It's what you call handlin' your business
This is why sh*t is mediocre, it be these greedy jokers
Needing hope 'cause they be cheating, being vultures to a bleeding culture
A lion don't kill what is already gone
They like the hunt of it so afterwards they feel triumph
But the small minded giant found a loophole
They praise his name, shame, he really know the truth though
The wizard has no magic, behind it's just a man
When folks find out then they're abandonin' your ass
Throwin' bricks at the alter, now they wanna assault you
Because it seems Big Will was really Little Walter
And fraud can be the death of you, all over that revenue
OGs told me lyin' on your di*k is what you never do
And you can talk your way in with that overcompensation
But in the end you weaken all the bonds you be makin'
Not to say that...
[Hook]
If you sleep you may die
Forward is the motion, no need for brake lights
Squeeze the competition like grapes to make wine
Out here takin' risks like f*ck the safe side
Nothin' overnight, success may take time
Up the bench like, what, what you say, right?
When it come to bread, yep I'ma make mine
Rather be a great amongst greats than a king over average states

[Verse 2]
You never turn a blind eye on your enemy
Watch closely, the clones come together when the smoke screens
Drawstrings, guitars and arms
Drinkin' snake charms
Breakin' every effort to detect and reject it
It's a 5'9" giant in Chucks, spin the record
The shark eatin' lions in the bush section
Watchin' glam hawk n*ggas from the trees
Til they slam, crash, then break bad
See this cash rules everything around lame n*ggas
They hangin' by the chains and a car made of glitter
Deaf ears never hear the wind when it whispers
I never felt the spirit of the lord when he enters
Draw swords on contenders, slice and splice
More faith in your friendships than Christ
It's alright
It's gold grills or get cavities
Suckin' on American reality
[Hook]
If you sleep you may die
Forward is the motion, no need for brake lights
Squeeze the competition like grapes to make wine
Out here takin' risks like f*ck the safe side
Nothin' overnight, success may take time
Up the bench like, what, what you say, right?
When it come to bread, yep I'ma make mine
Rather be a great amongst greats than a king over average states

[Verse 3]
Now let me draft this and blast it to the masses
They'd rather burn the game so they can rule over the ashes
The flag posts and the empty baskets
[?]
Self fellowshippin' with your madness
I gotta ask this, who's your tactician?
Too many devils on both sides, a bad system
[?] borrow mines [?]
And the rhyme help you get you back on your proper grind
It's official, you soda pop MCs'll fizzle
Any time you spit a missile, whistlin' past the ear gristle
Heatin' up your soft tissue, what I call within an ear shot
So fear not, we cool 'em off with your teardrops
Picture the slaves bein' happy by the sharecrop
Renaming the game, present it as a fair shot
Celebratin' like they evened the score
They won the battle, never mind winnin' the war, I'm sayin'