[Hook] The king is dead, long live the king Hundred Xannies and a wedding ring Marrried to the money, f** a bank We just moving onto better things We just moving onto better things We just moving onto better things I ain't gotta take sh** from you The king is dead, long live the king [Verse 1] Quiet, they dont want ya new sh** They panic every time I do trip I got Juku on the beat you through b**h Why you gossip, motherf**er prove it I knew the whole world revolve around me I sun them I shade them I'm your top 3 Your punches all stretches like some tai chi Dope bars in my blood I use an IV I roll up and then I talk sh** then I'm Audi Your favorites are better than me? Yeah I doubt it I talk out the side of my neck till they mouthing Then I come out swinging to see if they bout it Talking like you hot but you calling you get the burner Turn a beat into a body getting away with the murder Motherf**er I dare you to talk about a crown I could wish you into the ground like I'm Timmy Timmy Turner Goddamn, they fiend for that Yeezy and Gucci and Louis Vuitton and Armani and Stussy So by all your brands I can tell that you cattle But I pick my battles so catch me in Coogie f** around and make a better track than you I act a fool but y'all don't act I knew you goofies Truly trash and matter fact my track trash could beat Your very best sh**s booty Dude, how you not improve Call yourself a king and then I check you and ya lose You could be a pawn or a knight or a rook yeah its cool Cause I'm just a f**ing player that doesn't got any rules You, you are not long for this Earth Long live the king cause I'm putting in work Double cup double cup double cup there I done said it so you can chill out with the purp [Hook] The king is dead, long live the king Hundred Xannies and a wedding ring Marrried to the money, f** a bank We just moving onto better things We just moving onto better things We just moving onto better things I ain't gotta take sh** from you The king is dead, long live the king [Verse 2] Feel like Danny tryna hop up out the phantom All these rappers mumbling can hardly understand em If you stuck up in the 90s i could beat your a** in tandem With the ones that think I'm poppin' only cause I'm f**ing handsome Young Marilyn Manson, hoppin' in the whip again They tryna do me dirty like the water out in michigan Girl i hope you listening cause you are not forgiven and My team still eating- 5 stars Michelin I'm far from illiterate in dealing with all the snakes They tryna bite but I got diamondbacks in my states They tryna hide in the gra** when I'm stepping up to the plate These kids holding an eighth and talking ‘bout moving weight Like what? then how you gon' be handling a deadlift You on an elevator to the top? well thats a dead lift I said that y'all could not f**ing compete with me I meant it The king has been dead and I k**ed him now that you mention