k**er Mike - Underground Kings lyrics

[Intro] I'm an I'm, I'm an [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Rumor has it I'm an underground king All I give a f** about is money And when I got it, I don't give a f** about it It's outlandish, I take for granted what God granted My countertop granite, my house is outstanding While I'm standing inside of it Feelin' inside out as I pop Xanax Watching myself on TV In order to get to the TV I had to go through the proper channels I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and camo They call me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it Then go and pick a chick up, bone it and friend zone her Soon as I see her wake up, I be f**in' her raw If she a B or an A cup, make her f** in a bra Let's get it goin', got a dyke in the closet I'm sure she enjoyin', I k** verses in return for it A eulogy is borin', for you to be informed I'm a chore and my circle change more than a European coin Once the k** has begun, you realize I'm the illest, the realest is Pimp C, and the trillest is Bun I'm definitely best at gun rap, gun wrap I put you on my recipe list I put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run that Detroit n***a, I destroy n***as in general I deploy n***as to generally destroy n***as' regimes So rumor has it I'm an underground king [Hook: Scratches] King [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] From underground to number one, I don't get it I still be in Civics, it's one of my b*tches', I grew witH tHe clip And I'm known for tHe distributing, a loc 'til I'm ended Put ten in a tank, 3 mil' in my bank, I'm more real tHan you tHink Buy a b*tch some HigH Heels, a small purse and a sHank Some wet naps, a little skirt to insert tHrougH a sHape I'm in tHe gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps I brougHt tHe guns back and sHowin' gang tats And wHen I wrote tHis Had every H capped You know tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I serve bullets And narcotics, tHe cops watcHin', still poppin' A gang member, pitcHin' rock, every car on tHe block No antennas, just a body, myself, I'm my own Hitta I'm Top Dawg, you cat litter Denied a million tHrougH a text, I'm a real n***a From Heaven to tHe lowest of devils Spit every bar for tHe rebels My wardrobe done started trouble: orange rags Bucket Hats, even be witH my stunt double My life is eitHer jail or oxy in my cotton You lookin' pale and so it's gon' be for tHe knockin' [?] list on my stone, tHen 45, it's only 3 options I'm second to none, I sHoot 'til I won, gun bigger tHan Bun Take more tHan your lung, pop, pop, pop Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk yawk Murder music, jump out of Buicks Nobody movin' or I squeeze on it Before I give up tHe crown, I bleed on it [Hook] [Verse 3: k**er Mike] An underground king sippin' my lean You know I double my profit because I triple my beam You n***as stop with the topics and all this fussin' and arguin' Ain't it clear to your optics that I would go through a squadron? Cause I'm as violent and vicious as k**in' Christians and Christians On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and sadistic I'm talkin' tangled and twisted, this sh** was terror-terrific We k**ed the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the misses And made the maid do the dishes, now she sleep with the fishes Now that s**a rapper's dead, I a**ume my position In the place, a king, on the throne is where I'm sittin' Yeah, the Iron Throne is mailed with the metal microphone Hey, let the rats and the mice know k**er Mike is home Cause k**er is iller than all the k**ers they know My past is good, I land a rock at my show Before I go, rest in peace to Dilla fo' sho Slum lord with a mic cord in a slum village on a slum tour Through every ghetto I carry the heavy metal Just in case a shovel is needed when arguments are settled Mama get rose petals That's it, finito, no chatter, the matter settled I got your b**h, I got some head, she got stilettos Lyrically I'm literally a bad motherf**er Bernard Freeman technique, and my swagger Chad Butler, mothaf**a [Hook]