[Hook]

You n***as throwing stones at a glass house
You n***as don't be livin' what you rap bout
I lost a half a million in my trap house?
I started from the bottom what you mad bout
King me, n***a n***a, king me, n***a n***a
Bow down when I come around, I said king me n***a
King me, n***a, king me, n***a, king me, n***a
Money ain't a thing to me n***a

[Verse 1]
Gyea, see I don't get no paper and I see why
All my n***as hustle, stack that money knee high
When I was young I had a neck from Third and Lehigh
I f*cked it up stung that n***a like a Beehive
King me, n***a (n***a), if you need that work
All you gotta do is ring me, n***a
In the trunk, rented car from hertz I got it, I got it
I'm talking about that loud shit I'm talking bout that product
I'm talking bout narcotics, I'm the king
You a pawn, you sucka n***as be alarm
You p**sy n***a I’m the don, you rookie n***a held up on
That roley all on my arm, put forty all in my charm
That 40 all in my waste don’t make me point it all in your face
You p**sy n***a

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[Verse 2]
I put it into all awards but I never start shit
See the problem is their mouth be bigger than their hearts is
Get em boys be strapped up, but them n***as won't shoot a thing
Unless them p*ssies at the shooting range
King me n***a, crown me n***a
If you really got beef when you see then down me n***a
See I always keep those Philly gangstas around me, n***a
And I'm fresh my fabric softer, no downy n***a
Got Versace all in my back, 5 percent on my lap
Pistol all in my lap, floating off of my track
There's North Philly, EA boy Gillie he play
So real, got young shooters, they do whatever that he say
Let's go!

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