Awww **** the Kings is here so suckas better fear death thoughts whispered in ya ear hold up ya tears
Let the games begin since I was born in sin lusted spirit in the wind then
I came out a baby crying no lying dynasty set so I'm multiplyin' with many ******* and hittin' switches  
On the fifty three Impala stackin' dollaz
Down for the Rottweilers black and brown holding crown and a bottle o' Crown
Black check my stats gats crack ya fame stats see where my heart at settin' ya back track
Curse wacks that's the wiseness of a mack
**** got the cigars lit as I sit on the throne with my home 'boys and baby mamas missin' dramas comma
Bought a condo in Panama keep heat hotta than sauna combined with lava
That's mad gats to blast no mask for the task I do it for the streets and the gangsta beats
Street sweepers put weaks to sleep check the tank that creeps
Master Piece that flows with no limit I'm in it til finish half asleep in my casket one eye open scopin'
Enemies lookin' for me
Wake up only to see the guns flashin' rapidly...
Yea dead homie