King's Dead

Miss me with that
You ain't really wild, you a tourist
I be blackin' out with the purist
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it
I made five hundred thou', then I freaked it
I bought an '87 for the weekend
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want

And it's like that lil' bitch
MVP, don't get no sleep, no, I don't like that lil' bitch
Bust that open, I want that ocean, yeah, that bite back lil' bitch
Do it bite back lil' bitch? Need two life jackets, lil' bitch
I ain't gonna hold ya, I ain't gon' brace ya, never control ya
I ain't gon' front ya, keep it one hundred, I don't know ya

Boss like Top Dawg, boss my life up, crossin' over

Started steppin', got a Hall of Fame in all my posters
I been ready, my whip been ready
My bitch been ready, my clip been ready
My shit been ready, my checks been ready
My shots, I'm for this Armageddon

I got pole, I hope you're ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded

I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My name gon' hold up, my team gon' hold up
My shots on fire, my team gon' roll up
Ménage à trois, my queen gon' roll up
I hope you're ready, you know, I'm ready
I rain all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it

I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it

Miss me with that

You not a gang member, you's a tourist
I be blackin' out, I be blackin' out
Bought an '83 Cutlass for the weekend

I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it
I made five hundred thousand, then I freaked it
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
His baby mama tried to sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it
I haven't made my mind up, should I keep her?
I got big dawg status, it ain't no secret

La di da di da, shlop, poppin' up
Pass me some syrup, three of the cup
La di da di da, fuck a lot
Trini, Trini bad, murder everything
Bitch, I'm on a roll, and I put that on the thang

Miss me with that
You ain't really wild, you a tourist
I be blackin' out with the purist
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it
I made five hundred thou', then I freaked it
I bought an '87 for the weekend
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want

Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like fast cars

Fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic

Why God? Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria

But I don't see it, I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic

Tapped in when the MAC-10 comes out
With the MAC-10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout, I was lackin'

Everything else put doubt in the Magnum
Holdin' Magnums with the Magnum
Ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, "Nope," I was like
"Boo, y'all, boo, y'all" (Yeah, God)
Tee off the tank, no, we off the B, off the E
Off your plate, throw me off, I be off your head

Well, ain't no C4, I'm way off the edge

Fuck integrity, fuck pedigree, fuck your feelings
Fuck your culture, fuck your mob, fuck your family
Fuck your tribe, fuck your land, fuck your children
Fuck your wives, who am I? Not your father

Not your brother, not your reason, not your future

Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your Heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom, not your people
Not your neighbor, not your baby, not your equal
Not your title, y'all want me under

All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like fast car