“And now, we all have a new King. I wish him and you, his people, happiness and prosperity with all my heart.”
 [Jez Dior
 And I don't want your girl
 I just wanna know that she'll stay with me
 And I don't like the show
 I'm just here to love and hope I live free
 And I've been through worst of the rain, and the worst of the pain for me
 And I've been caught up with faith and misery
 I listen to the preacher but he don't really get to me
 And I've been like this since I was so young
 Smoke to a black lung
 Your my brother, I’m your brother, we’re sons of him, and kings exist
 I wear no crown, you wear no crown, but we wear our hearts through all of this
 And we’re kings!!!
 Kings!!!
 And we’re kings!!!
 Kings!!!
 "God bless you all! God save the King!"
 [ Jez Dior
 And I don’t really know, I don’t have a clue who I’m supposed to be
 I’m drinking on the low, and I've been getting lonely like I'm Omen free
 We all laugh, we all cry, we all live, we all die, we ought to knew
 We all sleep, we all ****, we all drink, we wake up, and that’s how we knew
 ‘Cause I don’t really care and I don’t know if I will
 And maybe I’m too scared, scared that I’ll kill you
 Your my brother, I’m your brother, we’re sons of him, and kings exist
 I wear no crown, you wear no crown, but we wear our hearts through all of this
 And we’re kings!!!
 Kings!!!
 And we’re kings!!!
 Kings!!!
 Your my brother, I’m your brother, we’re sons of him, and kings exist
 I wear no crown, you wear no crown, but we wear our hearts through all of this
 [Olivver
 I don’t want to go
 I got no set home or a place to be
 Late nights all alone, smoking cigarettes as I roam these streets
 I’ve seen all these people change but they can’t break a 5 for me
 They’ve got their blinders on. No moral compass left, just greed
 I guess my 15 minutes is up but I’ve lived on borrowed time for weeks
 I’ve been so wrong for way too long
 Lost even if I’ve won
 [Jez Dior
 And we’re kings!!!
 Kings!!!
 And we’re kings!!!
 Kings!!!
 On my king, shit!
 On 100!
 On 100, with the gold in my ring, shit!
 On 100, with 100 people telling me my money is a coming
 And they're bringing me my queen, *****!
 On 100, on 100!
 Make me a clone, and we make it 200
 Then we gone bone, and my baby’s 100
 Get so fly like a drone, I’m stunting
 We just want all the currency in here
 And a personal Lewinsky, my dear
 And a big car with limo tinted, so no one can see who’s in it--when near
 100
 100
 100
 100
 Baby, 100!×3
 And we’re kings!!!
 Kings!!!
 And we’re kings!!!
 Kings!!!