Stro The Mc - KONY lyrics

[Verse 1] This goes out to the so-called king of New York This the home of legends, Lamar, so watch what you talk You coming up short thinking you the boss, you must be off it You don't want the war to send you running like a faucet Be cautious, this history is worth more than a hit, boy No matter how much good music you drop You can't knock the legacy of B.I.G.'s, J-A-Y's And leaving out the new gods, that ain't wise You ain't king, at best you a duke Young and poppin' But Jay old enough to be your pop and moving more units than you Talking about how you the king of this state, that's time wasted You kicked harder lines on the Miguel collaborations You was doing good up until now, Kenny Started false claiming, I feel the wrath of my city You pompous, trying to take two sides of the compa** Astro king to put an end to all this nonsense [Verse 2] This ain't France, and I see you trying to run the kid home Better chill with that Napoleon syndrome Let's battle, it's nothing, you weak, I feel like you're bluffing You the king? Oh my bad, boy, I feel like you puffin' You ain't balling hard enough to mention Phil Jackson name I play like D'Antoni and get Lamar up out the game You owe them legends you dissing, but let's speak some real talk I can see why you was reaching for the throne in New York Ain't nobody repping right, they scared, all talk So I don't curse much, but f** all you fake New Yorkers Y'all s**ers like newborns kissing Kendrick's a** ''Nobody better than him, you hashtag trash'' Remember, it's good kid mad city, not my city Enter my city it's animosity, possibly The end of your wind so give me your ends Where the game started, remember what state you in New York