| K. I. N. G | |
| Solemn and envy | |
| Ridin' in the | |
| BentlyThey wanna send me, back to the pen | |
| Hope they give me a ten | |
| PDoin' it for my dog, (?) wit so case pending (?) | |
| And my folk behind the (?) waterboard city (?), keep it pimpin' | |
| Tell them hatin' ass law, bitch | |
| I'm ball so come get me | |
| See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie | |
| Didn't need no wheel cause the shit so fly | |
| Up, up and away, so far up at the top | |
| I sitMy air so thin need oxygen | |
| I'm so fucked up, intoxicants | |
| My flow still so stupid competent | |
| Competition evidently don't know what they up against | |
| Obviously oblivious, in the city | |
| I'm serious | |
| I'm seriously poppin', | |
| I will be the reason why it's hot in here | |
| Material you droppin' better push that back, that can't come out this year | |
| I got this here, can't stop this, got this like | |
| I got blocks in here | |
| Hit the VI | |
| P, all eyes on me like they think | |
| Pac in here | |
| I'm ignorant, belligerent, a gangsta and a gentleman | |
| Pay niggas no concern, ain't no | |
| DiGornio, | |
| I'm deliverin' | |
| Center of attention, my | |
| P.O. just threw a wrench in my | |
| Plan of execution, | |
| I'm demandin' retribution | |
| First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance | |
| Peckerwood beefin' with me, they want my neck in a noose | |
| Cause they see a niggas influence, luxurious and affluent | |
| They want the king destroyed, see your majesty ruined | |
| Nah, nothin' doin' brah, congratulations you a bus' (?) | |
| A really great advantage point, so take your vantage point | |
| Watch, with the flip of a coin | |
| The one they counted out soon become the nigga to join | |
| Don't listen to the gossip or cut, them niggas annoyin' | |
| They speak what | |
| I know and think it's over for them (?) | |
| Bow back, ya boy got fly high | |
| With ten chicks, got high in sha la | |
| Niggas stay talkin' all that ca ca | |
| No mucho deniro, no habla | |
| About my dollar, | |
| G-5, Murcielaga(?) | |
| How automatic my chopper, they want some problems, | |
| I got 'em[Verse 2: Pusha T] | |
| I'll show niggas better than | |
| Tell niggas | |
| Paint over discussions 'bout | |
| Push, I never fail niggas | |
| How I'm back | |
| Jack, listen, what the hell niggas? | |
| This the new | |
| God flow, the | |
| Holy Grail niggas | |
| Can't see me, | |
| Book of Eli, it's in | |
| Braille niggas | |
| I'm on track to be the best, | |
| I want Derrelle niggas | |
| I bend balls(?) on bitches, | |
| I unveil(?) nigga | |
| Officially | |
| Ice, don't at 'em, show and tell nigga | |
| Say my brother better? | |
| Big dealBig brother, so fuck you, he hammer, can't touch him | |
| Ride around | |
| AMG mufflers, second fiddle to my own gene pool | |
| We laugh about it, that's cool | |
| I'm at the top and he better? | |
| If you think about it, we rule | |
| My life is an open book | |
| My stuntin' is an open look | |
| These gold chains, these stone rings | |
| This cocaine that | |
| I overcooked | |
| I overcame on | |
| Novacane, | |
| I Frank Ocean'd that fish scale | |
| I tip scales, | |
| I tip hoes, | |
| I skip jail on my tip toes | |
| I beat the odds, bet | |
| Tip knows, my top back and my wrist froze | |
| And these ice cubes on my ear lobes | |
| Like strobe lights on a fish bowl | |
| Supreme ballers, dope dealers, shot callers | |
| GOOD Music, | |
| Grand Hustle, what the block taught us |