Like martin Luther king i got a dream
When i drop a verse its a fire thing
You can nevver reach the height i peak
You can try mimic me like maraji
But you can never match the vibe i spit
You will nver be another me
Why you tryna put an end to me
Instead you should sing me eulogies
Why you looking at me like im competition
Mama told me son you always gottta listen
Cause forever there are always people watching
Wear a shirt and tie in a congregation
Now im coming back like hea you miss me
Know some of you still wanna diss me
Best believe that i come in peace and
You ain’t ever heard this me
Now I’m favourite
No competition
I’ll be top 1
In your sub division
Brought this heat
Straight out the kitchen
Im still cooking
Get your dishes
You take shots
Man i take picture
What i mean
Just in conclusion
Im the king
And you all peasants
Blah blah blah
Is all you speaking
Blah blah blah
Blah blah blah
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