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