Oshea - King lyrics

[Verse 1 - Don Cook] Ayyo, screw what you seen What you heard 'bout the dirt on my collar I heard a dollar turns a man insane First verse, so that f**ers get they hands to pray Ayyo God, let a person get a chance today Same calls to my cell from your ex-girl Tell the b**h I let a girl stay if the eggs stirred Get the bread served on a plate In my bed curled up with my next girl That's the best damn burnt eggs I've tasted I prefer legs, not basic Had our first date on the turnpike tasting her lip gloss Then I unclipped bra, aced it Call it lift off when the lift start shaking I'mma drift off into space Cause the rocket on my waist got a quick exhaust, not patient, Drop the chick off at her mom's Not wasting my gas on a little bit of a**, I'm racing off [Hook - Oshea] I got snakes around me, aiming at my soul f**ers tried to drown me, I was at my lowest Let 'em know in no time, you 'gon call me king Let 'em know the throne mine, you 'gon call me king, aye You gon' call me king, n***a, you gon' call me king You gon' call me king, n***a, you gon' call me king You gon' call me king, n***a, you gon' call me king You gon' call me king, n***a, you gon' call me king King, aye [Verse 2 - Oshea] f** ya' feelings, f** appeal b**h I been living on the low k**ling everything and everyone around me, yeah, you know I got scars from the past on my back But my future bright as f**, I'm 'bout to spazz on this track, b**h All my n***as get wild in the truck All my n***as get vile off the blunts All my feelings in a new blueberry swisher I been shooting for officials, getting high as I want to Damn, I'm renegade now I'm sick of this life, I'm finna space out Y'all living that lie, keep staying in bounds Don't take that sh** light, when I say I'm inbound or boundless See my n***as can't stand you, see why n***as dismantle If you can't handle, don't you come close to my sample Whipping like I'm trapping out the bando, a**hole [Hook] [Verse 3 - Don Cook] Took a turn for the worst like a president Present fists to f**-b**hes I turn britches to bridges and burn 'em A bird sh**ting gets heard first Cause your writtens get served like court papers At doors faking your purpose Every four minutes, your tour visits The same city you wish you were born in Only four b**hes give brain But they're bored with your four inches Sworn enemies with Bane like Wayne is my identity Bruh, I'll sever these nuts 'Fore I die getting f**ed by the industry Rather be a f**ing mutt to my enemies Then I'll be set up with heavy weapons Take an M-16 to your celebration Bullet renovation, put a hole in your skull With the full-on penetration, I'm at center stage Waste a full 10 clips like I'm bullsh**ting in some videos Getting views from the six, whew! [Hook]