Charlie Ross - King O.A.T. lyrics

[Hook] If you sleep you may die Forward is the motion, no need for brake lights Squeeze the competition like grapes to make wine Out here takin' risks like f** the safe side Nothin' overnight, success may take time Up the bench like, what, what you say, right? When it come to bread, yep I'ma make mine Rather be a great amongst greats than a king over average states [Verse 1] And you's the 5 foot 11 king over all the midgets It's what you call handlin' your business This is why sh** is mediocre, it be these greedy jokers Needing hope 'cause they be cheating, being vultures to a bleeding culture A lion don't k** what is already gone They like the hunt of it so afterwards they feel triumph But the small minded giant found a loophole They praise his name, shame, he really know the truth though The wizard has no magic, behind it's just a man When folks find out then they're abandonin' your a** Throwin' bricks at the alter, now they wanna a**ault you Because it seems Big Will was really Little Walter And fraud can be the d**h of you, all over that revenue OGs told me lyin' on your dick is what you never do And you can talk your way in with that overcompensation But in the end you weaken all the bonds you be makin' Not to say that... [Hook] If you sleep you may die Forward is the motion, no need for brake lights Squeeze the competition like grapes to make wine Out here takin' risks like f** the safe side Nothin' overnight, success may take time Up the bench like, what, what you say, right? When it come to bread, yep I'ma make mine Rather be a great amongst greats than a king over average states [Verse 2] You never turn a blind eye on your enemy Watch closely, the clones come together when the smoke screens Drawstrings, guitars and arms Drinkin' snake charms Breakin' every effort to detect and reject it It's a 5'9" giant in Chucks, spin the record The shark eatin' lions in the bush section Watchin' glam hawk n***as from the trees Til they slam, crash, then break bad See this cash rules everything around lame n***as They hangin' by the chains and a car made of glitter Deaf ears never hear the wind when it whispers I never felt the spirit of the lord when he enters Draw swords on contenders, slice and splice More faith in your friendships than Christ It's alright It's gold grills or get cavities s**in' on American reality [Hook] If you sleep you may die Forward is the motion, no need for brake lights Squeeze the competition like grapes to make wine Out here takin' risks like f** the safe side Nothin' overnight, success may take time Up the bench like, what, what you say, right? When it come to bread, yep I'ma make mine Rather be a great amongst greats than a king over average states [Verse 3] Now let me draft this and blast it to the ma**es They'd rather burn the game so they can rule over the ashes The flag posts and the empty baskets [?] Self fellowshippin' with your madness I gotta ask this, who's your tactician? Too many devils on both sides, a bad system [?] borrow mines [?] And the rhyme help you get you back on your proper grind It's official, you soda pop MCs'll fizzle Any time you spit a missile, whistlin' past the ear gristle Heatin' up your soft tissue, what I call within an ear shot So fear not, we cool 'em off with your teardrops Picture the slaves bein' happy by the sharecrop Renaming the game, present it as a fair shot Celebratin' like they evened the score They won the battle, never mind winnin' the war, I'm sayin'