Yea... Hahaha...
They ain't want me to uh...
They ain't want me to make it this far homie...
Them n*ggas dont give a fuck homie
They just follow every move cuz they know a n*gga doin it, you feel me?
IKON n*gga...
Ay..
[Verse 1]
Baking soda whippin, had the yola in my kitchen
These n***as in the mafia, I'm rolling with my henchmen
You busta ass n***as probably hope you catch me slippin
But little that he knew I bought the home that he's up livin
Bitch I've BEEN a gangsta, fuck that 40 that you're sippin
You twisting up your fingers, but I KNOW that you ain't wit it
I murder a n***a then but him inside of boat and then we ship it
Leave him in the pacific, ocean to be specific
Ghost town killas on that suit and tie shit
Lookin like yakuza with the uzi watch this
All you other n***as homie you are NOT shit
Commit suicide quick or I'm using chop sticks
You focused on my name but I was movin my shit
Dumped it into music started doin my shit
Dirty money clean, n***a who could stop this?
Sell a couple thousand units like moving my bricks
Started up north, word of mouth, couple zones
Started touchin runners put your mouth on the chrome
Clap a couple n***as then we bounce from your home
Then my OGs from the south put me on
Spit it hella wicked for the route I was on
I'm wicked as a chemist get my alchemist on
A couple new n***as came around, now they gone
But I'm-a-leave a n***a leakin like a fountain was on
Killa Rel a maniac, Look at where they made me at
Pussy n***as hatin on me, Softer than some baby fat
I know where your lady at, Where she keep the baby at
N***as they DONT want it, make a n***a spray the mac
West coast put me on, so I made it back
I'm just trying trying to real n***as like X rated back
Fuck a n***a hatin on the brain get your brain detached
Rep it for the west and for the muthafucking braniacs
Hol' up...
[Chorus]
Now tell me who can stop me (x4)
I know a lot of n***as out here that here think that they rappers
But i dont hear a single fucking thing from you rappers (x3)
I know a lot of n***as out here that here think that they rappers
IKON stand for I'm King Of Nebraska
[Verse 2]
Yall n***as sweater than custard
Fuck, cuz I touch more shit than a plunger, buster
N***as just loud like a busted muffler
Treat that bitch body like lumber, I wonder
2 tecs. cevlar, and other thumpers
USSR im Rushing mothers
I could give a fuck about the n***as who just wanted beef
I'm lookin at your hood like "23? You ain't ONE of me"
Wonder why hoes hate cuz I'm so brain
Wolfin all that G shit till I throw flame
Cook em and I cut em just like cocaine
I bet your baby mama know Iso name
Tell them Babylon "No, I dont bang"
Im runnin through the city in an Iso Range
I'm probably in a bucket though, I'm so strange
But I keep a big llama with an iso range
I don't even listen to these local rappers
Truthfully, I forgot what local rap is
Yall ain't getting guap off them shows and thats it
A bunch of broke n***as spittin flow for rappers
Rap chose me, yall chose this rap shit
The trap chose me, yall chose to rap it
Yall n*ggas hoe exposed the ratchets
The gat go squeeze - yall close ya' caskets
I ain't about to check for these bogus n*ggas
Can't see em.. yall ever seen bogus n*ggas?
Ni*gas sweet like swishers I'll smoke them n*ggas
I'll be so stuck up like posters n*gga
I'm better than I've ever been, You messin with a veteran
Brainsick n*gga, yup ain't no medicine
Sleep on the kid Now overdose on some sedatives
Yall ni*gas can't even fuck with my '07 shit n*gga... hol' up...
[Chorus]
Now tell me who can stop me (x4)
I know a lot of n***as out here that here think that they rappers
But i dont hear a single fucking thing from you rappers (x3)
I know a lot of n***as out here that here think that they rappers
IKON stand for I'm King Of Nebraska
