PackFM - Sire lyrics

My reign begins now (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) My reign begins now [PackFM] I'm the king of the ghetto, suburban revival At least a third of my rivals getting served on arrival 6-11-77: the birth of your idol Droppin' 3 16's like a verse in the bible Now 30's the new 20, I'm no longer 19 Spent my whole life being, a po' mic fiend And this ain't no pipe dream, even though it might seem Like I'm flying' in circles with no right wing, PackFM Born and raised out in Brooklyn, with the name of a m**m and the ways of a hoodlum 7 days in a week, and I'm just praying for a good one To a sky with no limits, but I damn sure pushed ‘em The game never change, off the brain still the same No politics, save kissing Babies for Lil Wayne I done came a lil' way, ain't too far from the top Its so easy to explain why its hard for me to stop, I'm the king s**a MC's should call me sire I won't stop rocking till I retire [PackFM] I'm negative 1 in your top 10, ‘cause whenever I'm rockin' It's breath taking people gonna think you're beat boxing (uh 1, 2?) Ya' keep on and don't stop it I'm bad to the bone, chromosomes and hemoglobin My people ain't fed? Trust me there will be no gobblin' Til we sitting' at the table eatin', I don't see no options When my thought bubble poppin' I say the sh** directly n***as talk a lot, but barely touch the surface like jet skis I want y'all to listen to me, Relax it isn't too deep And if it is,then sue me, watch that first step, its a doozy I'm on a mission to be, the illest kid on two feet I paint your mind pictures, close your eyes, you'll see a movie Y'all n***as barely move me, I need a different routine The scene just isn't unique time for me to flip a new leaf I feel like it's my duty, to make these kids salute me When I tip my crown, take a bow, all hail the new king s**a MC's should call me sire I won't stop rocking til I retire [PackFM] Okay now wait just a second, if you don't know what I stand for By now you started with the wrong record Either way you gon' respect this, don't get the wrong message This song is directed at rappers gone reckless See I got a long checklist, to protect this I will shoot to k** Sounds stranger than fiction but I will for real If I talk it imma walk it, so don't you ever doubt the fact My actions will prevail over my words in a shoutin' match So rally up the troops, and notify the cavalry The boogie-woogie Brooklyn boy is at it again This for no one in particular and everyone specifically I never wanna hear the word “swagger” again If I do, then the madness begins Heed the warning f** your vanity I sacrifice my sanity for all this When it's all said and done and every damn song's recorded Imma leave you with nothing to stand on Flawless