King's Disease

Yeah Hello, ladies and gentlemen (Hit-Boy) I made the fade famous, the chain famous QB on my chest match the stainless Amazing Grace, I'm gracefully aging Without masonry I made more paper to play with No rap in my playlist, sold dimes on my day shift (king) So, can I breathe? Can I walk? Can I speak? Can I talk? Can I floss without you wanting me outlined in chalk? Family gossiping, pocket watching him Jealousy keeps blossoming, ain't let it box me in (king) 'Cause you are not a king if you can't come out a thing That you got yourself in, claiming nobody helping The stupidest part of Africa produced Blacks that started algebra Proof, facts, imagine if you knew that as a child, bruh Nostalgia, how I remember things Remember crowns, remember kings, they want your reign to cease (king) You a king, you will be next to me, doing your own king shit, most definitely We're so, "Say less when I speak", y'all estrogen speak Respected by kings only, address me as chief Invested in things only a vet would Only lames front on kings, that's expected from creeps You mad at my niggas, and any women with any interest with me You could've made it (you was good), look at all the time wasted Now you gotta retract statements, shoulda stuck to the basics All you had to do was tell the truth, like, fuck all the fake shit You should want every brother to make it out But brothers want trophies, they troll for clout Rappers weird, weird flex, but okay You ain't as ill as you think, you just okay You got pressed in the hood, fix your jibs up, I'm on top Stop fighting it, yo, stop with the over-righteousness It's so lame, this media circus greedy and worthless My life got 'em tight, why they wanna see me hurt up? (Why me?) Real kings everywhere, stand up It come with the game (King's Disease)