| I reign supreme
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| Old school whip, on lean
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| You gone bow down to me
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| In the streets, they call me the king
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| They call me the king
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| They call me the king
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| I put it down for the crown so believe
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| That you gon bow down to me
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| They call me the king
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| That’s right my nigga, ain’t no other way to address me
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| King of the trill and king of the underground for real, so don’t try and test me
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| In the south it’s like I’m a Presley
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| So make sure and use proper nomenclature
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| When you’re king, it don’t mean it don’t mean that no men hate ya
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| It mean that more men hate ya
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| We not kissing no ass to be accepted
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| So if you don’t fuck with me cool, guess what, I don’t fuck with you fool
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| But still I’m gone be respected
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| Calm down when shit get hectic
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| Turn up when they least expect it
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| And it’s always family first cause I would never leave them neglected
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| The hardest out here, we never soft
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| No hesitating, we’re breaking you off
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| But never the less, never will settle for less
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| I’m professor but just call me prof
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| I did what they wouldn’t and went where they couldn’t, you can’t deny it
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| Spoke up when others was quiet
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| Think that it’s easy? |
| I dare you to try it
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| I been in the game, always gon be in the game as long as I choose it
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| Just know that it’s deeper than money, and deeper than media, deeper than music
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| So long as I keep it 100 with nothing to hide, they’ll never refuse it
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| That’s why I’m holding my own, seated on throne, I’ll never lose it
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| Because I’m the king
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| I reign supreme
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| Old school whip, on lean
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| You gone bow down to me
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| In the streets, they call me the king
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| They call me the king
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| They call me the king
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| I put it down for the crown so believe
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| That you gon bow down to me
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| They call me the king
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| K-R-I-T, king of the south
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| Fuck what you heard, nigga fuck what you thought
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| Old school cheer, swinging like Thor
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| Bow down to greatness when you enter my car
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| Behead my foes, threw them in my vault
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| Got a bad bitch and she straighten my fur
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| Gripping wood grain like a battle ax, handle that
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| Staking my claim, nigga I was here first
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| Put my flag on it, multi till the sun die, better believe that bitch
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| On Mount Olympus throwing lightning bolts at these nonbelievers,
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| did you see that shit?
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| I’m a country nigga with a bigger dick
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| On Ellen, she generous
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| My father helped me up at birth
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| Like you gon be king, no matter what state you’re in
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| I was like back back back then I’m breaded up like a bread truck
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| Breaded us, more of us, angels came to me in visions
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| Some of them sipping, I think you said enough
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| Ready to take over, just what you came for
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| When you pour the wine you can drink slow
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| I can see the hate from every angle
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| Watch me burn this bitch down like Django
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| Let me ride man, keep the grass cut in my kingdom
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| Cause that’s where the poisonous snakes like to hide man
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| Pushing my niece and my nephew on playgrounds the only thing Imma let slide man
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| Do it for people, forever been regal, you know that it’s real
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| I learned from the kings that came before me, man always stay trill
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| I reign supreme
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| Old school whip, on lean
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| You gone bow down to me
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| In the streets, they call me the king
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| They call me the king
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| They call me the king
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| I put it down for the crown so believe
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| That you gon bow down to me
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| They call me the king |