Time's Up: KING

[Verse] It's the host with the most. Give a damn what Kendrick say I'm the king of all coasts We burn L's, they tuck tails If you step you like a lawn chair: real likely to fold Cause Kulprit's the one with the coldest of flows I'm the chosen one. Probably get props from 2Pac if he rose up And roll up with bad girls like Oxygen. Acknowledge them but Still be real hip-hop Tryna end this whack obsession with diss tracks B***h, "gat" is just a word unless you can present straps! Not saying I can. But I spit crack, so what's the need for that? I never rata-tat-tat. and it's sad when a young gang member Will kill his own for a Kit Kat I'm in my zone, where your b***h at? We need to have a chit chat about your b***h a** And this grass is pretty good, but I'm enjoying more Of what's in this glass X and Em had the rock but they passed it To me. But now ya'll gotta think fast, kid I'm fantastic, gotta blast it. We all know Rap's going to hell in a Prada hand basket A-G-A-T-E-W-A-Y-D-R-U-G Is what I tell music groups who ask, "Are you free?" Take a number, get in line. Your crew puttin' in work? Well, we doing overtime Four styles, four attitudes Four white-a** crackers who are blacker than you They don't want us to rap it's true They said, "there's rules." Then tried to break us But we just broke all the rules Check out these bars, son. I murk with these Murk with these Got these girls screaming like "Hercules! Hercules!" Droppin' it all down on me. Better pop that Kulprit is taking a moment just to *sigh* rap! These might be what puts me on the map Even if not I just had to (snaps) And get my mac on like Bernie Who knew a rap song could justify the use of a gurney? I'm like Cube, I'm a predator Music my wife, I stay two steps ahead of her Addressed competition but got back my letter, bruh Return to sender, there are no competitors There's levels to this ish Turn the beat up, what are the levels in this b***h? Jersey on me, batting switch One thousand average Who's the hottie? That's my chick You getting none. Catholic I'm first round draft pick And I can ball in Dallas-- Maverick Don't get to delicate cause nobody's Tryna F with ya-- celibate This for the motive not for the hell of it Victory; I love the smell of it I don't think that you're hearing me Screw being a boss, this is tyranny But don't call me a king cause a king's low And he ain't out in the streets with his people I'm in the building, and you out of luck Throw your watch in the air, because your time's up