[Intro] Nappy head king [Verse 1] Firearm at my head Will not flinch, will not run, give a f** if I end up dead k** me you f**ing coward [?] I'm tired of f**ing running you want this n***a here dead It's life, nappy headed king with a dream so it seems I'm the [?] to this whole motherf**ing world In a hundred years there will be no proof of our existence cause of mixing all these [?] my n***a What is history? It's his story man written f** you thinkin thinkin has got on us we too wrong See the fear in your f**ing eyes You hoping I don't survive Delete me or magazine made for me it's time we gon ride k** a dirty black fearing punk b**hes all [?] all you motherf**ers in the ground Mama said keep your head up cause they hate you never [?] you from your second amendment protect us don't k** us, turned k**er because I had to [?] you gon k** first so I [?] you know when I'm gone too Penitentiary's home to all of our kings queens, they callin us villains We the children with visions of surviving these forced [?] My son can't play outside, because you'll probably k** him We disappearing, God willin, the witness ain't volunteering or cheering that there's one less now Who next now? Assa**inated that king who's in that White House Google maps got location of a n***a house Boy everyday we taunt it But when we tote revolvers, it's a problem This anti bully nation