Yeah
Real rap
It's the maple smoke mac daddy

(I ain't tryna be the king
I'm here to set it in stone
I ain't tryna be the king
I'm just tryna get on)

(Will you realize that my shit don't stop?
Ayy yo, you ain't got a chance at all)

(I ain't tryna be the king
I'm here to set it in stone
I ain't tryna be the king
I'm just tryna get on)

(Will you realize that my shit don't stop?
Ayy yo, you ain't got a chance at all)

Y'all don't even got a chance at all
So pass the ball, it's fact that my raps is raw
I'll tap your jaw, you act like a casting call
Cats are soft, I'm strapped with a mask and claws
Old school like Cappadonna or Wu-tang
Y'all still putting panties on, your crew lame
You should call your click pampers dog you're poo stains
You listening to Asher Roth and 2 Chainz
My bars barbaric, this shit is too complex
Get it in your system every written's a bomb threat
My squad next, yeah we been around the block
I got your broad wet, I had to feed her full of cock
On top, don't stop, 'til the cops come knocking
Every spot's on lock 'til the gods not talking
All these odd balls rocking what I got, y'all stop it
I don't need a señorita now that the guap's all profit, I'm good

(I ain't tryna be the king
I'm here to set it in stone
I ain't tryna be the king
I'm just tryna get on)

(Will you realize that my shit don't stop?
Ayy yo, you ain't got a chance at all)

(I ain't tryna be the king
I'm here to set it in stone
I ain't tryna be the king
I'm just tryna get on)

(Will you realize that my shit don't stop?
Ayy yo, you ain't got a chance at all)

Yeah, I'm looking like a young Chris Farley
My team come through, crush brews and get gnarly
That's why they loving the kid he spit godly
My fans want me running for pres', Mitt Romney
I'm sick of having to answer the same questions
Half of these fake feminists are rapping to make relish
I got bars, no cell, no having to pay Telus
I tell 'em how I see it the last of the great legends
I've been all around the cheese like a pizza baker
I still write out each verse on a piece of paper
My squad got more people than in the streets of Asia
And when its finished all these bitches gonna need some make up
It's 'bout time you fuck boys got to meet your maker
I never freeze up anytime I see a hater
I'm putting pussies to work I know they need the labor
This shit is over, adiós, I'll have to see you later

(I ain't tryna be the king
I'm here to set it in stone
I ain't tryna be the king
I'm just tryna get on)

(Will you realize that my shit don't stop?
Ayy yo, you ain't got a chance at all)

(I ain't tryna be the king
I'm here to set it in stone
I ain't tryna be the king
I'm just tryna get on)

(Will you realize that my shit don't stop?
Ayy yo, you ain't got a chance at all)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), TUNECORE INC
Writer(s): Cole Corbett Stevenson, Reece Zazulak