Gillie Da Kid - King Me lyrics

[Hook] You n***as throwing stones at a gla** house You n***as don't be livin' what you rap bout I lost a half a million in my trap house? I started from the bottom what you mad bout King me, n***a n***a, king me, n***a n***a Bow down when I come around, I said king me n***a King me, n***a, king me, n***a, king me, n***a Money ain't a thing to me n***a [Verse 1] Gyea, see I don't get no paper and I see why All my n***as hustle, stack that money knee high When I was young I had a neck from Third and Lehigh I f*cked it up stung that n***a like a Beehive King me, n***a (n***a), if you need that work All you gotta do is ring me, n***a In the trunk, rented car from hertz I got it, I got it I'm talking about that loud sh** I'm talking bout that product I'm talking bout narcotics, I'm the king You a pawn, you s**a n***as be alarm You p**sy n***a I'm the don, you rookie n***a held up on That roley all on my arm, put forty all in my charm That 40 all in my waste don't make me point it all in your face You p**sy n***a [Hook] [Verse 2] I put it into all awards but I never start sh** See the problem is their mouth be bigger than their hearts is Get em boys be strapped up, but them n***as won't shoot a thing Unless them p*ssies at the shooting range King me n***a, crown me n***a If you really got beef when you see then down me n***a See I always keep those Philly gangstas around me, n***a And I'm fresh my fabric softer, no downy n***a Got Versace all in my back, 5 percent on my lap Pistol all in my lap, floating off of my track There's North Philly, EA boy Gillie he play So real, got young shooters, they do whatever that he say Let's go! [Hook]