RB - King lyrics

[Intro: Leeon and HCP] Get the fan, get the fan You're on Awww, we lost that dope-a** intro with Erik Shut, the f** up Erik [Verse 1: HCP] Sit down, I'm the motherf**ing king Weed so loud it's making my ears ring f** you b**h, ya you're stunting I had a f**ing dream like Martin Luther King Hand me a fatty, and watch me rip this Hand me a track and watch me spit this sh**'s lit, motherf**ing vicious, this sh**'s the motherf**ing business, 300 mistress Broke me out of prison You know, the god has f**ing risen I know you're dead, cause b**h I'm the mortician Transition with precision Infinite ammunition Devastating demolition Count the dead rappers and report to the statistician Hard like long division You weak like malnutrition I have a proposition Just sit the f** down But not on my throne cause I have the f**ing crown Placed on my head like that sh** your b**h gave me 20 minutes later she looked like she got rabies Got my strap on, so you're dancing on daisies Firepower like the motherf**ing navy, purple hazy, got me feeling crazy And f** Tom Brady That motherf**er's shady But he's the one rolling Mercedes Trynna get rich Gettin' gold like a gate bridge f** with yay but less than Stitches Penthouses in Miami Girls with no panties And they all think I'm fancy, like Bruce Wayne But I'm not a vigilante f** the reds, and Cincinnati, come at me But I'm low-key strapped G They call me "The Baddest MC", on a k**ing spree The future I for see Most think my lines are pretty gutsy But I know, I got that top seat Shaking this sh** up f**ing Yahtzee I won the spelling bee: You got HIV I got a P.h.D Chilling DMZ 2400 on my SAT k**ing like the KGB And f** the GOP