Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar, Future, James Blake – King’s Dead

Lyrics “King’s Dead” by Jay Rock feat. Kendrick Lamar, Future and James Blake

Miss me with that bullsh*t
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist
I be blackin’ out with the purist
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it

I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it
I bought a ’87 for the weekend
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want

And it’s like that, lil’ b*tch
MVP, I don’t get no sleep, no
I don’t like that, lil’ b*tch
Bust that open, I want that ocean
Yeah that bite back, lil’ b*tch
Do it bite back, lil’ b*tch
Need two life jackets, lil’ b*tch

I ain’t gon’ hold you, I ain’t gon’ press you, never control you
I ain’t gon’ front you, keep it 100, I don’t know you
Boss like Top Dawg, bossed my life up, crossin’ over
Stutter steppin’, got a Hall of Fame in all my posters

I’ve been ready, my whip been ready
My b*tch been ready, my clique been ready
My sh*t’s been ready, my check’s been ready
My shot’s on full, that’s Armageddon
I got pull, I hope y’all ready
My tank on full, you know, unleaded
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it

My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My name gon’ hold up, my team gon’ hold up
My shots gon’ fire, my team gon’ roll up
Ménage-à-trois, my queen gon’ roll up

I hope y’all ready, you know I’m ready
I reign all day, you know, confetti
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it
I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it

Miss me with that bullsh*t
You’re not a gang member, you’s a tourist
I be blackin’ out, I be blackin’ out
Bought an ’83 Cutlass for the weekend
I got a hundred thousand, then I freaked it

I made five hundred thousand, then I freaked it
I put a Rolls Royce on my wrist, oh yeah
F*ck his baby mama tryna sneak diss
I took her to my penthouse, then I freaked it
I haven’t made my mind up, should I keep it
I got big dog status, it ain’t no secret

La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, f*ck me in the car
La di da di da, mothaf*ck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
b*tch, I’m on a roll and I put that on the gang

Yeah, miss me with that bullsh*t
You ain’t really wild, you a tourist
I be blackin’ out with the purist
I made a hundred thou’ then I freaked it

I made 500 thou’ then I freaked it
I bought a ’87 for the weekend
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want
This ain’t what you want, this ain’t what you want

Changes..
Is you gon’ do something
What you want

Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin’ ballistic, why God

Born warrior, lookin’ for euphoria, but I don’t see it
I don’t feel it, I’m paraplegic, tapped in when I’m maxed in
Comp-Town with the MAC 10s and the pumps in the background
I was absent, never OG, standout
I was lackin’ everything else but doubt

In the Magnum, holding Magnums with a Magnum
N*gga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, nope, I was like, boo yaow, boo yaow

Yeah, God, tee off the day
Know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, off ya head
Well ate, on C4, I’m way off the edge….

Who am I’m not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y’all want me under

All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars…

➤ Album: Black Panther – The Album
Produced by Twon Beatz, 30 Roc, Teddy Walton & Mike WiLL Made-It
Jay Rock & Future & James Blake & Kendrick Lamar 2018

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