King Shit

[Produced by E. Jones]

[Intro: NIKO IS]

Cheers to the OGs, I hope you live 107 years

Chill recognize chill

Don’t chill or be chill

Chilluminate law

[Verse 1: NIKO IS]

Your flight’s so long they serve me 3 meals

The wine by the glass, unlimited refills

You don’t trip on the thrill seeking for cheap thrills

Recording in the same factory where they manufacturing e pills

When you on the move, man it’s hard to be still

I’m intoxicated in Amsterdam, I’m staring at a cheese wheel

Another day, another hotel, more money gets more emails

Came to this show solo but I’m leaving with four females

At the party in the [?] there’s no need for more details

300 dollars for the weed smell the tree louder than Meek Mill

[?] but tell me what’s new

Besides couples months of tunes I recorded with the cool

Important though, always eating imported food

Always speaking the ghetto gospel, that’s according to the truth

Yea that’s cool, but ask who, you? [?]

[?] why people win and why people lose

Oh, you gotta balance it

With challenging gravity comes a lot of challenges

Make something that’s incredible to make up for the talent-less

That’s what talent is, OG

[Hook: NIKO IS]

Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer

I need a royal court fit for an emperor

King shit

Perfect weather, perfect temperature

Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer

I need a royal court fit for an emperor

That’s king shit

Perfect weather, perfect temperature

[Verse 2: GQ]

I used to wish for all of this, no really

I mean I went through hell just to be like spawn for this

If you ain’t travelling you might not be too fond of this

You lates, I woke up at the crack of dawn for this

I told the post office to postpone my postcard

When I realised that you couldn’t respond to this

My show set harder than homework at Harvard gets

Audience love when I’m cutting up like barber flicks

Life a movie, need a part for this?

Apart from this I be sauced up like tartared fish, my nigga

Having wine and food for dinner, no [?]

Flights on a Friday, I’m out like Miss Parker tits

I might forget, [?] all my kicks

Handle my business now businesses want a partnership

And I’m [?] I’m fresh as

Hoes popping up at shows like Bishop at Q’s locker

Blowing sweets in hotel suites, somethin’ vicious

How he go from Golden Gates to London Bridges?

I just hope it all goes well

Moppin' clean, Prince Akeem, I always leave a rose trail

Pour us open Luna Rossa I’m floating in Prada

Make her pour her feelings out, she a broken piñata

Sunset like koi scales

Consider yourself lucky if you even get the voicemail

[Hook: NIKO IS]

Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer

I need a royal court fit for an emperor

King shit

Perfect weather, perfect temperature

Travelling all the time, passport of an adventurer

I need a royal court fit for an emperor

That’s king shit

Perfect weather, perfect temperature