Its Good Beats - King Of This sh** lyrics

[Verse 1] f** this sh**, I got flow down On top of my head rests a golden crown One day soon I promise I'll blow But no matter what I'll keep bringing these flows Flow so hot, ten b**hes on my dick I'm so ill like a baby dying sick Get offended by this, well I don't give a sh** Chop off your head and then f** your girl's clit My rhymes I spit like a b**h with the cum Melody is top notch getting you to hum But steal my flow and aim with my gun You about to get k**ed, I don't care if you run My story is I've been smoking since ten Just smoking weed got grams like Ted Just trying to make a living from these ways Spitting bars all day and sadly getting no pay My dream is too go big like Kendrick He's gotta be the best there's no one more sick I got more solid bars than a jail Some are slow like a mother-f**ing snail Drill your face in with a beat and nail And after that, get a twenty dollar bail Get bailed out and then do it again But this time in writing with a beat and pen [Hook] Verse after verse, I never rehearse k**ed this beat so it's in my own hearse A pro at this sh**, so any beat can work Got a grand of cash but a mil of self-worth Yeah I'm the best, I can rap fast Coming in every day late to the cla** Got the chopper with the hollow tips And a hundred women that are all my side b**h [Verse 2] You say your'e a virgin but I don't know I like tight so virgins are the way to go f**ing b**hes on my way to the show And then go perform and make all my dough Im for real, I have a couple gats All your squad has is some baseball squats Im starting off so you might not have heard of me But so far I've made grams and two G's Can't chill with anyone that's calling police Cause everyday I'm smoking on these trees Getting the lease, never saying please I know I'm the best, so I'm wearing high-cla** Gucci belts, Versace shirts, Prada Hats This is my life, not just a fad And everyday I think of life without a dad And I realize I would raise the son, and never run I'm in this game for more than some fun I'm mainly in it for a deal and funds And to afford my hobby of blunts And for my rights to diss on a couple of runts When you're a rapper, everything changes It's like life is only written pages That's how I feel since I started rapping Haven't had any time for my dose of fapping But for my dose of lyrical syrup Eight bars a day is the amount I take I maintain and keep up my lyrical ways And write rap for randoms to get my pay When I do anything I make sure I go HAM Except with a can, so I call that sh** spam When I murder someone, I put on the red-dot Never made a mistake, always get a head shot Rolling a blunt first and I smoke it to the face I go as quick as I can, f** pace Talking sh**? So I put you in your place Or I'll sell you bud that's heavily laced I ain't messing around you already know If you're on my bad side I'll treat you like a foe Soon i will be ready to blow And explode a building or get famous, you never know [Hook]