Yeah, let that breathe Jizzm
Let it breathe a little bit yo
I been wanting this since Uncle Chuck did it Yo
Let's go
Brown seed Musa, the bearded Budda
Black Mahadi, God Almighty in some all White Nikes
I seen more cream on a triple beam than my music streams
The flow is Patron with a splash of lime Grenadine
Exquisite cuisine, black king in two pinky rings
Throw these dubs so these young punks know who the fucks running things
I had it up to here with these suckas
Ole' fake chain wearing, Maricón motherfuckers
Convene with hustlers, a couple gunners to crunch the numbers
So these rapper cats wit they mumble raps ain't fucking with us
Peep the monologue this is grown man dialogue
And find the jewels that we left throughout the catalog
Allah's the God and the rest of y'all is on that bullshit
Picture me standing in my square in the middle of a mosh pit
Bismillahir rahmanir rahim
See I feel like a king and money ain't a thing
I feel like a king
Black king, supreme king, I'm king, you king, what
And honey don't mean a thing to me
Cause I'm a poor righteous teacher boi
I feel like a king
Black king, supreme king, I'm king, you king, what
And honey don't mean a thing to me
Cause I'm a poor righteous teacher boi.
The bastard son of Robelia, the cap peeler
Black Cesar, poor righteous teacher in a gold chain and Fila's
I was raised off of King Tela, hold my Mic like a Neena
Let us know if you want the smoke tho
We nouveau, divine beings, busting hollows
Sell it to them in bulk like they shopping at Costco
I love Allah, they love the coco
Pull up on them without going skiiiirt, and let that thing go boom
I bare witness that every one of y'all can get it
So fast & prey every day I don't put your name in a sentence, Boi
This that hybrid, indica dominate
La Cienega & Venice laced with the teachings of the Five Percent
Tell ya man, to get off that bullshit
Your favorite rapper shouldn't be doing a full spit
Bismillahir rahmanir rahim
I feel like a king
And money ain't a thing
I feel like a king
Black king, supreme king, I'm king, you king, what
And Money don't mean a thing to me
Cause I'm a poor righteous teacher boi.
I feel like a king
Black king, supreme king, I'm king, you king, what
And Money don't mean a thing to me
Cause I'm a poor righteous teacher boi