King, king (huh)
King, king

My N-I-double G-A (ay)
It rolls off the tongue, like I'm cursing in French (uh)
Voulez-vous, my niggas think you county with the stench (okay)
I speak that broken French and you can't fix that with a wrench
My N-I-double G-A (all day)
Please excuse my language but this native tongue's legit (okay)
And ain't nobody faded when we start to throw a fist
A five finger clench will make a sucker nigga's split
My N-I-double G-A (ay, ay)
I feel that pressure on me all day (all day)
'Cause either it's the cops or the niggas in the drop
Pull up on you, drop the window, let it spray (brr)
My N-I-double G-A (what you say?)
Bein' that we use it as a term of endearment
Bless my niggas daily, hope that everybody hear it
Lookin' down at you, at the top of the pyramid (king)

Doo-doo, king, king (huh)
King, king, king
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, king, king (huh)
(Doo-doo-doo-doo)
King, king, king (shit)
King
Doo-doo, king, king (huh)
King, king, king
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
King, king (huh)
(Doo-doo-doo)
King, king, king (shit)

My N-I-double G (G)
Shortened it but that don't mean it's somethin' sweet (uh)
They duplicate my features, my anatomy (wanna be)
Confront 'em on that shit, they gon' get mad at me (fuck it)
Whatever my N-I-double G (Whatever)
I buzz you off like buzzin' on a bumblebee (hey)
I'm buzzin' like bzzz, but I am humbly (uh)
Honored that you slap my music comfortably (ooh)
But really, my N-I-double G (uh)
I could give two fucks about who fuck with me (ooh)
Insecure really, I'm lyin' out my fuckin' teeth (damn)
If you don't play my words and beats, then I don't eat (for real)
And that's real, my N-I-double G (G)
Double OG, triple my money
Triple owed, triple commas trippin' on me
Boy take that up with god 'cause he the one that chose me
Show 'em how to be king

Doo-doo, king, king (huh)
King, king, king
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, king, king (huh)
(Doo-doo-doo-doo)
King, king, king (shit)
King
Doo-doo, king, king (huh)
King, king, king
(Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
King, king (huh)
(Doo-doo-doo)
King, king, king (shit)

Bust down on a Rollie (no, ay)
Bust down my crown (Bust down my crown)
Sapphire and ruby (go)
Tones hidden in my brown (Hid in my brown)
Bust down on a Rollie (no, ay)
Bust down my crown (bust down my crown)
Sapphire and ruby (go)
Tones hidden in my brown (hid in my brown)

ay, now cool it down, cool it down (cool it down)
And be them niggas mobbin' through the town (mob)
A hundred kings shining all around (Shine)
And you don't even hear a gun sound (brr)
ay, now cool it down, cool it down (cool it down)
now where my queens holding niggas down?
A hundred queens marchin' all around (uh)
And you don't even hear a gun sound (brr)
King, king

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Jared Lee, Rommel Donald