4th King

[Intro]

Shit, you know a new hot beat come out and everybody gotta jump on the bandwagon on that trendy shit and rock on it

Ya ain't got this beat, though!

Shout out Jake One!

Uh!

[Verse]

Y'all see trends and pretend

I'm a veteran which means I'm pre-trend

Hand grown beats, sweetened, weakened, and watered down

I lead men, never follow clowns

Most time my soul speaks, then I jot it down

Therefore, most weekends I'm out of town

First class seat, feet seldom on the ground

'Less I'm in the V, she got her pedal to the ground

I do not friend and de-friend, I'm all around

Keep them 'till the end, go every round

Now, got a couple dead homies but no ex-homies

Once I give my word by that I'm bound

Racks on racks is in my hands, my cash is in advance

I don't just put it all in my raps, it's in my pants or

Tucked under the mattress or in the bank

I ain't telling y'all exactly, I'm more savvy than you think

I walked around with gats and carried a little shank

Cause the world treat me bad and I couldn't afford a shrink

Shit was rough, I scribbled it in my books

They say you must be independent cause your image sucks

They say necessity's a bitch

Or the mother of all inventions, you take your pick

Either way I ain't afraid to take a risk

So that's the one I made my babies with

They saying light skin is in style, dark skin is in style

How come white folks always in style though? Huh

You can check the file but you know what's never in style?

Fat Muslim rapping albinos, uh, yeah I know

I only love her if she in the struggle

I can't relate to a woman who's never been through nothing

High, saddity, privileged and soft

They pretty but they always say something to piss me off

My heart's forever with the underdog

Who got nothing to give except for love accord

You should listen to this when you're occupying

? frontlining

Even if you don't join us in the Ramadan

Starving the one thing we all got in common

That's why I'm not styling on 'em

Righteous dude in a Maybach I'm Stalley on 'em

More like a four-door Honda on 'em

Put my baby mama through college on 'em

Off a type of rhyming they find inspiring

I'm not a boss on a yacht, I'm Basquiat

Before I finish the rhyme, you start rewinding

Cause everything that drops out my mind's a diamond

I'm only rocking the bling that's in my chin

Diamonds and gin, to shining from within

That's some shit the poor people say

Maybe so but it's true for me either way

You can ask your man Hov if I'm blinging

He gotta admit it (Uh, it's just different)

The best verse on a song I ain't even on

It's either now, 4th king, never steer you wrong

Reporting live, A-L-I, your brother

Mourning in America, dreaming in color