See, I¡¯m the young king, yeah-yeah, I like power
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A new big job in the west, the white Howard
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I know one wouldn¡¯t like theirs, but like ours,
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I thought I was clear, now you suck like Type Sour.
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See, I¡¯m the young king, yeah-yeah, I like power
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A new big job in the west, the white Howard
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See, I¡¯m the young king, yeah-yeah, I like power
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A new big job in the west, the white Howard
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I know one wouldn¡¯t like theirs, but like ours,
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I thought I was clear, now you suck like Type Sour.
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See, I¡¯m the captain like kow runs the boat,
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You¡¯re waiting for the clack, I¡¯m racing to the top,
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Campaigning for Barack, but I¡¯m too young to vote.
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They know me in the city, but I¡¯ll show ¡®em on the coast,
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I terrify witness, I terrify quitters, going to a check like verified twitters.
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Looking for a door like where do I enter?
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I¡¯m sharp like the weapon on a samurai ninja.
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And kids begging for a neat cold rap,
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We did make it this far so why should we go back?
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In fact, well mic, all I need in this is nothing,
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Travon hootie, I appeal the slim dunken.
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I¡¯m the next in my age break,
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Get the flow on me, no g before you stay slack.
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And I bilber in this spitfire like a caged dragon.
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Would you dance in my feet, the boy stay swaggin.
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And I¡¯m about to blow, man, I don¡¯t think the world be big,
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Is every video of God being a hopeful man.
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And do you get an outside when the girl is near
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¡®cause all you wanna do is run your fingers through my curly hair.
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Wanting to whip any artist here,
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Turning on your radio and bet the kid is all you hear.
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A peasant to a king, all these other kids are scared.
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I¡¯m just sitting on a throne, you can barely get a shit.
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Go again, tear the little chicken all,
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Got the magic like Alladin, all these other kids just fall
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I was born to be a king, I¡¯m like Simba, I go to top
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I am old enough to even get a car.
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Now gangster in the game, I¡¯m about to ball on you, girl.
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Tell me about money? Yeah, boy, I got them,
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My single hit the billboard and Wayne wasn¡¯t on that.
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Yeah, now go and twit that,
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Your girl on my neck, so you know I¡¯ll sustain.
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Kick, I kick you in your face,
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Hey ass, looking like Stevie J.
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I guess my shine on her,
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My chains seem to hold and then hang low.
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I rap my city, the wildest, the wild MC, I beat ¡®em in the auto.
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Got stupid hoes, stupid cash, should have been held back with my stupid ass.
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Sleeping on me, lay laying on a bed of nails,
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Take this bottle water with you and go to hell.
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The Cypher
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