[Verse 1] Comish', what it do? What they want from, what they want from me and all my n***as tho? Raleigh, North Carolina, we knocking down the door East Coast and Southern flow, whenever I feel as tho Never no point in imitating I was thinking yall should know I grew up watching them Chevys bending corners, awesome glow Candy paint and leather seats and wood grain finish on all the doors And Jordans on pretty women, bad girls, Lord knows Cookouts on the block was 'bout equivalent to award shows Now I see that coming, oh, enemies build rapport so When they see me, it won't make em feel it all in they torso Even though they should cause nothing changed, but the numbers on my door so If you thinking bitter with me, you foreclosed Young King Mezatron, ready for war, my sword shows Back to back platinum plaques on my wall, in my dreams, how my decor go After that back to rap, good with all my cream and my reward tho I'mma be reinvesting, pay attention, these is lessons from a King boy [Hook] [Verse 2] What they want from, what they want from me and all my n***as tho? All we thinking is get that dough, never what they taught us, that's all we know If you throwing hands, understand, you better not hit that floor Pocket full of cash, in your pants you better not let that show If you pride your intellect, then I suggest you just let that glow Cause in the world we living in, if you suppress it you will not blow Stokley Carmichael resemble, my mental and sentences leave my dental So you be stuck with my pencils, mementos, because I'm pa**ionate Fly as well, something you never should try to sell They often do, but when you be imitating homie I can tell We call the crew, women with Gucci, Louie V, or in Chanel Always gaining interest in us, guess we good investments, well How could you blame em tho? Its expected tho, where did I change the flow And game em tho, I got it perfected, that's any lane I go Only hang with kings, very few in this world But I know I'm worthy of my title, if you may not know [Hook]