I told em
It's gon be hard to control em
They wanna see the cards that you holdin
Against a bigger opponent
See I told em
Oh im Simba wit no father
Cept I'd never leave my mama
Ida stood on the throne proper
I told em
Real kinging
It's Green grapes
In a fish bowl
The fish was seared
And served on top of a black stone
I Stared like a cared
And followed up wit a red rose
You'd be a surprised To who
N where that a prayer goes
Surprised how far a leer goes
Or how quickly all your fears go
Out the roof of the rolls
Not to mention the coupe
It come standard in a white
But shit that bish need to be blue
Stack the options then explore em
Im suppose to have world upon my Shoulders
If i want it
If u give me an opponent
They not posed to see it comin
We gone run it
We gone run it
We not runnin
We not stuntin nEm
We run it
We gon run it
We not runnin
We go hunneds
We not runnin
We gone run it
We gon run it
We not stuntin them
Im not posed to be aggressive
I still ain't learn my lesson
I feel like it's a blessing
To know the proper use of a weapon
See I studied the art of war
And I partied wit madedoires
I put Bodies on battle fields
That them cowards take credit for
See I ain't come to play fair
Or to play at all
Don't get involved
In what I got goin on
I was keepin calm
I been Tryna play it off
Like I don't want to one to one
You looking at a one of one
Uncle Willie on son don't need a gun
Nigga
Here it come
A lotta rum
To celebrate nigga
All the hate
Gon make me break
A feather weight nigga
Studied the art of war
And I partied wit madedoires
I put Bodies on battle fields
That them cowards take credit for
But I know em
Stack the options then explore em
Im suppose to have world upon my Shoulders
If i want it
If u give me an opponent
They not posed to see it comin
We gone run it
We gone run it
We not runnin
We not stuntin nEm
We run it
We gon run it
We not runnin
We go hunneds
We not runnin
We gone run it
We gon run it
We not stuntin them