Real sh**, I don't even see the competition though
Rap full of fake n***as p**y on they pigeon toe
I don't give a f** about yo chain and how you living bro
Try me put that slaughter on yo a** like a Billy Goat
King sh**, pull up something foreign where the ceiling go
Murdered n***as tracks and that was nothing I was chillin though
Walking round with diamonds b**h I'm colder than the winter blow
Ballin no advance I just woke up with a center fold
f** that, buy a verse with King I bet you rush back
16 bars'll cost you 20 like a touchback
I ain't seeing n***as what's a lion to a musk rat
Big deals, n***a still Rollin with a dust pack
Let's stop, acting like you want it boy you playing though
I can drop a verse and murder anything you stand for
I can move a birdie from New Orleans to Japan though
co*k it hit that n***a with the burner till he tan though
Florida boy, beast in this sh** ain't even tamed yet
Groupies all around and I ain't even reached the fame yet
Money changed a little f** it still rep the same set
Fending for the climax, like p**y that ain't came yet
Jay King, here to save the world on captain planet sh**
Talkin JayDee money tryna wake up with Janet b**h
Paparazzi lurking tryna catch me on that candid sh**
Running with a toolie just a youngin on that mannish sh**
Oh sh** what's up with these n***as on that ho sh**
King getting money like I'm trapping on that blow sh**
Yeah they caught a n***a told them crackas I don't know sh**
Real Florida goon with that choppa I'm furiousious
I can grind it out cus I ain't rushing for a deal though
Labels wanna sign King bring a couple mill though
Dancing round the haters on my ErkNJerk the heel toe
They know that a n***a flow go harder than a steel toe
I just left the mall though, blew a hundred racks again
Ballin off the profit though, bag em up and pack em in
I remember dead broke drinking sh** like jack and Jin
Now I'm on that Ace of spade, tryna f** kardashians
Riding in that rolls Royce, hundred goons behind that
Run up on a n***a quick like p**y where yo iron at?
I ain't into talking tough, p**y b**h I'm firing that
Homies looking at your corpse like damn it where yo spine at
n***as on that fake sh**, Betty crocker cake sh**
Future get erased quick, burn ya like some mase sh**!
Run up on you take sh**, family at to wake quick
Shooting up your funeral your relatives'll lay stiff
Jay King, future of this rap sh** I'm that sh**
Used to rock the fake jays, now I'm shopping Sax 5th
50 cal eagle that'll hit you make you back flip
Couple million dollars off a mixtapes I'm Datpiff
2012's King's year, tell em they gone feel me
Certified the greatest yet, they can stamp and seal me
You ain't gotta hide bro, move ya hood and let em see
Hottest rapper in this sh** my only competition me!!!!!