Lyrics 24 Bars - Darian King

Took another break last season
Back with a hunger
I'm eatin
Waiting to kill a track
I do it in the evening
Every single beat that I'm feeling

Know I'm all about my new school shit
Old school not cool
To new hip hop kids
I got class
You schooled
On some new new shit
She got ass
I drooled
Then I do that bit
I do not miss
Head shot
Now who knew kids
Dead shot
For you and who you came wit
I stay nameless
I named this verse after my anus
You could go kiss my name bitch

Not famous
Your girl know what the name is
Not even gunna name it
I just come through just to maim it
Not your average wise guy
Don't be surprise when her phone connect to the wifi
I don't even try, I
Refrain from the lie, I
Spit about the truth bout how I'm living, what I drive
If you think I'm plane'
I could do a lil drive by
Why, I
Don't understand all the time, my
Y'all crazy
Shit talking maybe maybe
Diss talking
Nigga maybe
Bitch talkin
Bout she hate me
Keep talking
But she rape me
She like dogs
I got rabbies
She like hogs
So I give her one
Swine from her number one
Wine pour another
Friend fine bring another one
Lines of a hundred
Class time, lesson 101
KingStyle™ how I put it down
Imma put a bit of KingStyle™
In daughter huh
Your wife feel about another child
Good mother huh?
9 Months later, you gon' find out what your wife has done
Consider it a gift, I always knew you wanna have a son
She gon' say it's yours
She gon' say it's yours
And you too much of a bitch to get a test for sure
18 Years later
When he walkin out the door
You gon realize I'm the one that she adored
Coulda' saved you ass 18 years of child support
Coulda' stopped hating on me years ago

Thought you woulda learned
But you never learned
This the type respect gotta earn
And you never earned
This the type of bridge you never burn
But you let it burn

This the type of facts
To make concern
Why you so concerned?

This the type of reason niggas turn
Bet your niggas turned

If you sneak dissing on the low
Then you gotta go

If you ain't accept me as a G.O.A.T.
Then you gotta go