There's a ancient saying
What is a king without subjects
But I say what are subjects without a king
This nothing less than rabies bet they label me crazy
Paranoid and bipolar sprinkle in schitz maybe
Willy was right life is a stage but we can't leave this one alive
I dress fly to masquerade and take her soul through her eyes
All man all mammal b*tch ni**a mass up
Ten toes all handles A.I. in the clutch
She's Letty with my clutch hit the nos and fill her up
My dick sleep in her throat her chin cuddle my nuts
You'll rue the fu*king day that Blaze decide to slow his bars down
The damage is psychological you'll never put them bars down
Not even know who you are now in the mirror like who art thou
It's just me myself and I and we'll all cut you from the throat down
Too far to turn back still not knowing where to go now
I just wake up with the sun just can't sleep when that sh*t go down
They are but lost sheep
Confused scared needing guidance
And protection from the wolf
Who delights in their slaughter
Pops told Freddie be undeniable and I heard it from Gibbs
Can't deny sh*t after this drop accept it is what it is
An eye for an eye a limb for a limb a hater gon' hate
A king gonna king live win and give
'Til God hit the bell and fly out this ring do my time in hell
Or dine with the king but alive I'm a Don no Omar
You kissing this ring I swear I can almost take you serious
You missing some things like self respect I don't bend over
For no clout or a check let me hold this truth to your neck
The same ni**as that you ride for dig a hole if you slip
You pawns in this sh*t worst thing you don't even know
On this board you a chip and not every piece gon' make it home
That flag stand alone sylvester and cold
A.I. might just be the death of us but f*ck that did you see my last post
Cause uhh lately you know I think I figured it out it
It ain't hashtags it's the algorithm
And the algorithm like me dawg
See cause if I don't post it then it never happened cuz right
Thats what it is now a days if you don't post it
It don't never fu*king happen alright ni**a
Put your arm around him ni**a f*ck out of here
I can smell the reaper coming while we wait in this room
The rotting of flesh the opening wounds the screams from the tombs
All fruits of my looms this Hades gon' burn sh*t sparking up blue
In orbit I spin just lost in the loop
Homies don't try-angles I feel hate underneath you
Got weight to make the scale-lean leaving your sides unequal
Hoe I just want don't need you hoe I just f*ck don't feed you
I'm a beast whats people stand in my face I eat you
Naked on the track subzero autotune not known to lack
You known for tight jeans and moan on tracks Pumba
There's no Timoning that no merit legacy so no condoning that
God of Rap yeah I'll be known for that chose to live this life
Like I could only rap when God say go ain't no amount of legions
That could hold me back bet my soul on that I'm gone
sh*t
The f*ck you thought