Kill The King

Driggy get the party lit

Bliss on the mentals

Why ain't Rosey on no hits

Why ain't sego posting shit

Where's Cory on your list

Do you and chains bump fists when you meet or is it pits

You dropped an album no word from them

From the people you call friends

You dropped a tape no miss

And no one said shit

The people you call friends

You can't look at them and say thanks

They didn't post your hits

Only post when it benefits them

Only post when you featuring them

I say what I say

I don't hide from smoke

If gets too much choke

And die with some hope

Go down as a goat

A real ****, who ain't gold

But the crown yet I hold

To much lies told

Beneath 0, my heart cold

F the matrix and the code

Blue or Red pick a home (hmm)

Like a coin in a deep whole

Mzeke man I wish you well

Turn it down you alone, Drig man where's the hope

Why you copping with some drugs

In a different room sweep for bugs

Ye I am paranoid, I live with thugs

One thing I don't give a ….

One thing I don't have is luck

I keep it buck no progress, stuck (keep going)

Your the future raise your hand

Middle finger to the press

You are seen as a threat, no blowing for you man

I don't know what these **** are on

The garden of Eden, all I see is plants

Industry bitting rands, making their dollars from liars

I will do what it takes to survive

I got some values and pride

**** ahead of my time

I guess that I'm really divine

Back to my so called friends

Received no helping hand

Why yall on fence,

pick a side You got one chance

Always gotta be the bigger person

Always gotta be the one that take the lessons

when I give em out nobody listen

Gets me thinking, got me contemplating

Drig man they don't see your vision

Yea we see that your on a mission

Do it right or you lose fight

Keep it tight, ain't no second try

Circle got smaller guess you are winning

Rapping got harder so has living

So the inner you has message you making a killing

In this life you got a chance do it right one dance

I turnt my people to fans I got them throwing their hands, back in my bag when I rap

I need the dollars not rands

Rapping like rents due, stating I miss you

Ran out tissue grab me a issue

A magazine without me, culture in need,

Gliding on beats as I'm spilling feeling

I can't tell yet but I made a killing

They do not see it but I touched the ceiling

Everything i spit is sounding like winning

Doing it right cause im keeping it real

Hand the Bible im telling truth

Blood on the mic yes burning booth

Thanking my GOD cause he got me my crew