My reign begins now (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
My reign begins now
[PackFM]
I'm the king of the ghetto, suburban revival
At least a third of my rivals getting served on arrival
6-11-77: the birth of your idol
Droppin' 3 16's like a verse in the bible
Now 30's the new 20, I'm no longer 19
Spent my whole life being, a po' mic fiend
And this ain't no pipe dream, even though it might seem
Like I'm flying' in circles with no right wing, PackFM
Born and raised out in Brooklyn, with the name of a m**m and the ways of a hoodlum
7 days in a week, and I'm just praying for a good one
To a sky with no limits, but I damn sure pushed ‘em
The game never change, off the brain still the same
No politics, save kissing Babies for Lil Wayne
I done came a lil' way, ain't too far from the top
Its so easy to explain why its hard for me to stop, I'm the king
s**a MC's should call me sire
I won't stop rocking till I retire
[PackFM]
I'm negative 1 in your top 10, ‘cause whenever I'm rockin'
It's breath taking people gonna think you're beat boxing
(uh 1, 2?)
Ya' keep on and don't stop it
I'm bad to the bone, chromosomes and hemoglobin
My people ain't fed? Trust me there will be no gobblin'
Til we sitting' at the table eatin', I don't see no options
When my thought bubble poppin' I say the sh** directly
n***as talk a lot, but barely touch the surface like jet skis
I want y'all to listen to me, Relax it isn't too deep
And if it is,then sue me, watch that first step, its a doozy
I'm on a mission to be, the illest kid on two feet
I paint your mind pictures, close your eyes, you'll see a movie
Y'all n***as barely move me, I need a different routine
The scene just isn't unique time for me to flip a new leaf
I feel like it's my duty, to make these kids salute me
When I tip my crown, take a bow, all hail the new king
s**a MC's should call me sire
I won't stop rocking til I retire
[PackFM]
Okay now wait just a second, if you don't know what I stand for
By now you started with the wrong record
Either way you gon' respect this, don't get the wrong message
This song is directed at rappers gone reckless
See I got a long checklist, to protect this I will shoot to k**
Sounds stranger than fiction but I will for real
If I talk it imma walk it, so don't you ever doubt the fact
My actions will prevail over my words in a shoutin' match
So rally up the troops, and notify the cavalry
The boogie-woogie Brooklyn boy is at it again
This for no one in particular and everyone specifically
I never wanna hear the word “swagger” again
If I do, then the madness begins
Heed the warning
f** your vanity I sacrifice my sanity for all this
When it's all said and done and every damn song's recorded
Imma leave you with nothing to stand on
Flawless