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King's Dead (Explicit) - Jay Rock/Kendrick Lamar/Future/James Blake
Lyrics by:Travis Walton/Johnny McKinzie/Nayvadius Wilburn/S. Gloade/James Blake/Kendrick Lamar/M. Spears/Michael L. Williams II/Antwon Thompson Hicks/Anthony Tiffith
Composed by:Travis Walton/Johnny McKinzie/Nayvadius Wilburn/S. Gloade/James Blake/Kendrick Lamar/M. Spears/Michael L. Williams II/Antwon Thompson Hicks/Anthony Tiffith
Produced by:Mike WiLL Made-It/Travis Walton/Sounwave
Miss me with that ******** ********
You ain't really wild you a tourist a tourist
I be blackin' out with the purist the purist
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it
I freaked it
I made 500 thou' then I freaked it
I freaked it
I bought a '87 for the weekend the weekend
This ain't what you want
This ain't what you want what you want
This ain't what you want
This ain't what you want what you want
And it's like that lil' *****
MVP I don't get no sleep no
I don't like that lil' *****
Bust that open I want that ocean
Yeah that bite back lil' *****
Do it bite back lil' *****
Need two life jackets lil' *****
I ain't gon' hold you
I ain't gon' press you never control you
I ain't gon' front you
Keep it 100 I don't know you
Boss like Top Dawg
Bossed my life up crossin' over
Stutter steppin'
Got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I've been ready my whip been ready
My ***** been ready my clique been ready
My shit's been ready my check's been ready
My shot's on full that's Armageddon
I got pull I hope y'all ready
My tank on full you know unleaded
I gotta go get it I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up my team gon' hold up
My shots gon' fire my team gon' roll up
Ménage-à-trois my queen gon' roll up
I hope y'all ready you know I'm ready
I reign all day you know confetti
I gotta go get it I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it I gotta go get it skrrt
Miss me with that ********
********
You're not a gang member you's a tourist
A tourist
I be blackin' out I be blackin' out
Bought an '83 Cutlass for the weekend
For the weekend
I got a hundred thousand then I freaked it
Then I freaked it
I made 500 thousand then I freaked it
Then I freaked it
I put a Rolls-Royce on my wrist oh yeah
**** his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse
Then I freaked it
Then I freaked it
I haven't made my mind up
Should I keep it
Should I keep it
I got big dog status it ain't no secret
La di da di da slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup **** me in the car
La di da di da ********** the law
Chitty chitty bang murder everything
***** I'm on a roll
And I put that on the gang
Yeah miss me with that ********
********
You ain't really wild you a tourist
A tourist
I be blackin' out with the purist
The purist
I made a hundred thou' then I freaked it
I freaked it
I made 500 thou' then I freaked it
I freaked it
I bought a '87 for the weekend
The weekend
This ain't what you want
This ain't what you want
What you want
This ain't what you want
This ain't what you want
What you want
Changes
Is you gon' do something
What you want
Red light green light
Red light green light
Red light green light
They like
We like fast cars fast money
Fast life fast broads
Egotistic goin' ballistic why God
Born warrior lookin' for euphoria
But I don't see it I don't feel it
I'm paraplegic
Tapped in when I'm maxed in
Comp-Town with the MAC 10s
And the pumps in the background
I was absent
Never OG standout I was lackin'
Everything else but doubt in the Magnum
Holding Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends never had ends
Never had hope
They was like nope I was like
Boo yaow boo yaow
Yeah God
Tee off the day know we off the
Be off the eat off your plate
Throw me off I be Off ya head
Well ate on C4 I'm way off the edge
**** integrity **** your pedigree
**** your feelings **** your culture
**** your moral **** your family
**** your tribe
**** your land **** your children
**** your wives
Who am I Not your father not your brother
Not your reason not your future
Not your comfort not your reverence
Not your glory
Not your heaven not your angel
Not your spirit
Not your message not your freedom
Not your people not your neighbor
Not your baby not your equal
Not the title y'all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light green light
Red light green light
Red light green light
They like we like
Fast cars