No Kings all Pawns Lyrics

This that I got in my 6th album

I'm the poster child for perseverance, don't mind the appearance

Probably apparel was purchased, thrifty on clearance

Steering clear of God-fearing men, cause they're adherence

To fairy tales and fictional history, lacks all coherence

I'm quick to throw a flag on the play for interference

Look around, bitch, the entire stadium's cheering

They ain't Vig, don't stoop to they levels

But if you do wear dickies steel toes and a shovel

It's time to bury these cockroaches, you in a ford focus

While they riding on rarris, we form on them like locusts

Cause them all to say sorry, apologize to these kids

For making music so dumb, they eating tide pods and shit

What the fuck, nigga, if this the future, we're history

Call me a hater, I hate we're failing this miserably

Fake, faggot studio thugs are shaking visibly

And now they got they lawyers involved, they want it civilly

Bitch, get up

Get the fuck up

Fuck who's the king of rap

Fuck em

Suck me dick, yo

Fuck it, yo

Are you even alive

Bitch, get up

Get the fuck up

Get the fuck up

Fuck who's the king of rap

Fuck em

Suck my dick, yo

Fuck it, yo

Are you even alive

From prejudice to politics, the president does parlor tricks

Takes precedence to novices in offices, on Pablo's dick

Probably this ain't the first you ever heard of it

But these bastards in charge ain't much concerned with how you live

An issue ain't an issue unless they got an issue with it

Before this year, you never knew that soap pods look delicious

And need conditons, placed upon their packaging with supervision

While I'm here with stupor vision

Instead of unifying tighter we got looser division

Going out like Minnesota about to lose the division

And getting blowed out

Stuffed on each play

Keep running them old routes on a quicker and slow bout

They win we got no clout, we got a point to prove they say dont Speak like no doubt

And don't shout

Keep your thoughts to yourself and never fail

Niggas do will take what you got

So fuck the king of rap

I'm here to take up that spot

Bitch, get up

Get the fuck up

Fuck who's the king of rap

Fuck em

Suck me dick, yo

Fuck it, yo

Are you even alive

Bitch, get up

Get the fuck up

Get the fuck up

Fuck who's the king of rap

Fuck em

Suck my dick, yo

Fuck it, yo

Are you even alive

So I gotta let these niggas know I'm on my own

With or without the ring

My dick, y'all

They get the crown on if it don't fit your head

Leave them dead, motherfucker

See the infrared

Why these niggas want to talk like they breaking bread

Ain't nobody helped Vig out

Or Sleeper Cell, but the movement kept going

And it got me out of hell

Niggas leave a trail so I can find my way back

Get flip-flap like you in the kit

Cat-strapped to the point where these niggas don't know what to do

When I come across, nigga, I don't need a fucking crew

Been had my six

Don't need a team

But I got one around me

Quick as lightning

This the shit we doing

And we coming for the cream

Fucking like Freddie

We be interview your dreams

And they turn into nightmares

Niggas like, where

I be everywhere

Right there

Like air

So y'all niggas scared

And it's for good reason

I'm falling trees

And all these motherfuckers, I will hunt you down