King's Dead lyrics

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Royce da 5'9"


[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
And it's like that, lil' b*tch
MVP, I don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that, lil' b*tch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah that bite back, lil' b*tch
Do it bite back, lil' b*tch? Need two life jackets, lil' b*tch
I ain't gon' hold you, I ain't gon' press you, never control you
I ain't gon' front you, keep it 100, I don't know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin' over
Stutter steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I've been ready, my whip been ready
My b*tch been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t's been ready, my check's been ready
My shot's on full, that's Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y'all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire, my team gon' roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon' roll up
I hope y'all ready, you know I'm ready
I reign all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it, skrrt

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
At 17 I made six figures (yeah)
Immature young rich n*gga (what else?)
By 21 I made a mil' twice (yeah)
Your dreams, my real life
I'm up early, you still asleep (sleep)
I've been a wolf and I kill the sheep
Gotta pray on the prey for my enemies
'Cause they wanna feed off my energy (yeah, yeah)
Lyrically no one ahead of me
I could die today, still leave a legacy
That you can't ever be
Put that on everything, this is my destiny
It was all meant to be, f*ck is you tellin' me?
You ain't 'bout nothin'
With my n*ggas, we flexin' and stuntin'
'Cause we had to work harder, was hustlin'
Play your card 'cause we know that you bluffin' (yeah, hey)
I got two cars, n*gga, two cribs
Big body and a little Benz
Triplex on my own land
And I paid bills before a grown man (that's right)
That's on my mama, stackin' plenty commas
Got good karma like the Dalai Lama (yeah)
I'm tailor-made for this, buy designer
b*tch, I'm the n*gga, just to remind you, yeah (hey)

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Yeah uh, murder gang
Run and make a n*gga lose his vertebrae, uh
Southside n*gga, murder everything, uh
Shots fire, make a n*gga run, man (fire, fire)
I sent your grandma a di*k pic, uh
Got that b*tch all on my di*k tip, uh
I am so strange like a misfit, uh
Kick that b*tch out, she indifferent, uh
Feel a n*gga mind, see a n*gga grind
f*ckin' gold mine of a mind
Full kai, Super Saiyan on these n*ggas
Fightin' birds in the damn sky 'cause I'm damn fly–

[Interlude: XXXTENTACION & Joey Bada$$]
Ayy, ayy Joey, ayy Joey, I'm just... I'm just gon' stop rapping
I'm just gon' stop rapping right now, on this song
Not... I mean, not in... not in, in general, but just on this song 'cause
You slumped out?
I ain't... yeah, I ain't tryna... I ain't tryna destroy these n*ggas
Sike!

[Verse 4: XXXTENTACION]
Ayy, grind on my di*k like a Ripstik, uh
My body count is like 60, uh
Your b*tch on me, she need CPR
I f*cked that b*tch right on DVR
I slapped that meat on her cheeky, yes
I sucked her toes, yes I'm freaky, yes
Caught a grand theft just like GTA
If he talk sh*t, watch me beat him, ayy
Hop on that beat and I beat the A
Work-work-work, shout out to RiRi, ayy
Keep a blade on me like Sasuke, uh
Shout out my n*gga, ImDontai, uh
Build to the pus*y like Fortnite, uh
My di*k is stuck in your whore like oww

[Interlude: XXXTENTACION]
¡Cabron! ¿Qué tú dijiste?
Bae, it's just a lyric bae
¿Qué tú dijiste?
I'm sorry

[Chorus: Future & Kendrick Lamar]
Miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You're not a gang member, you's a tourist (a Tourist)
I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out
Bought an '83 Cutlass for the weekend (for the weekend)
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I made 500 thousand, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yee-ee
f*ck his baby mama, tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it (then I freaked it)
I haven't made my mind up, should I keep it? (Should I keep it?)
I got big dog status, it ain't no secret

[Bridge: Future & Jay Rock]
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
b*tch, I'm on a roll, and I put that on the gang

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t (bullsh*t)
You ain't really wild, you a tourist (a tourist)
I be blackin' out with the purist (the purist)
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I made 500 thou', then I freaked it (I freaked it)
I bought a '87 for the weekend (the weekend)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want (what you want)


[Interlude: James Blake & Kendrick Lamar]
Changes
Is you gon' do somethin'?
(What you want?)

[Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like
We like fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria
But I don't see it, I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic
Tapped in when I'm maxed in Comp-Town with the MAC 10s
And the pumps in the background I was absent
Never OG, standout, I was lackin'
Everything else, but doubt in the Magnum
Holdin' Magnums with a Magnum
n*gga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Boo yaow, boo yaow"
(Yeah, God)
Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Well ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
f*ck integrity, f*ck your pedigree, f*ck your feelings, f*ck your culture
f*ck your moral, f*ck your family, f*ck your tribe
f*ck your land, f*ck your children, f*ck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y'all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars

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