Kings Theme (Insomniac Remix)

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