[Verse I]
We were rolling deep in a Jeep, cruising the land
Where freaks swallow n***as with 22's in they pants
Right by where Lucifer stands, I chuck up the deuce
That's King, the king pin, had instincts to k** things
But the tear under his eye stamps his years in Sing Sing
King asked my man Ha$H for a grand to fix things
Help him back on his feet, King's a**ed out in the streets
Washed out like his last pair of True Religion jeans
Ha$H ain't have it, and if he did, he wouldn't fork it over
“Here's the cheddar my n***a DON'T spend it all on Corona's”
We dipped, I imagined that was money to flip
Instead invested the sh** to buy the Tec on his lip
The psychiatric ward in prison was picking his brain
Linking pain as the reason why he stop slinging c**aine
But they don't know what it is cause the n***a won't break
Damn I can't believe King's on the brink of insane
[Hook]
Sit back, relax, crack open a six pack
Backwoods wrap your Buddha sack
As I yap and yap – The ruler's back
Good's like the Slick Rick
Of this new school of Rap!
(My n***a, I swear)
[Verse II]
King saw life like a chess game and I related
He was well-educated and understood why I refused to boost
Pull trigger or run the j**el stickups
With all these crooked n***as in the hood and look
He was thinking forward like a Rook
But now he's drinking again
Staring at the man in the mirror with disgust, Vicodin crushed
On the table unable to let a day go by
Without his wife like time on a broken Seiko
“My vida, you were the sun, moon, and my Earth
The strippers in Cheetah couldn't come close to your worth
I need ya like the sinners need Jesus in church
Or worse, I need you like the addicts itching for Percs”
[Hook]
Sit back, relax, crack open a six pack
Backwoods wrap your Buddha sack
As I yap and yap – The ruler's back
Good's like the Slick Rick
Of this new school of Rap!
(My n***a, I swear)
[Verse III]
Their son was a pawn to the curse, lost during birth
Shorty went back on her word like she's wet for the thirst
Then out of nowhere he burst:
"b**h, I'm going berserk
I hope the same voices k** you when I'm dead in a hearse”
He pulled it, at last stood frozen and firm
The bullet jammed, he's shook, man, with trembling hands
King's carries a weight, no living man can withstand
He's embodies the pain that got Robin Williams hanged
The bishops hand him tissues and teach him to disregard
Cause the tear in his eye that no longer defined who King was
But the n***a don't listen vindictive on a mission
With loaded ammunition to finish unfinished business
[Outro]
Take it back before it got worst
Met the queen of his dream when he was king of the turf…
My n***a they tell me that the ruler's back
Haha, I sit back with my Buddha sack, straight chillin'
[Skit: GoodFella & (Moor)]
Yo, this dank got me tripping the f** out!
(The dank? Nah fam, that's the muffin you ate
You ain't know it was laced with LSD?
Oh, you really bout to bug out!)