You knock my grip
You got me fuct up
Mus got me fuct up
Yeah you got me fuct up
You rock my grind
it have you fuct up
It get you fuct up
Yeah it keep you fuct up
You think I slip
You got me fuct up
Mus got me fuct up
Yeah you got me fuct up
When I hit that grind
It have you fuct up
It get you fuct up
Yeah it keep you fuct up

I’ve had the floor of a trap door
Fall out from under me
As soon as I land
I’m sinking in quicksand
I’m going under
I can’t move I can’t stand
You best believe I can see
What you got planned
I don’t wanna think
I’m scared to even see
So why you want me
We don’t clique up, G
Fuck out my face
No time for the way you behave
Now you’re forced to scream
I’m so out here that you can’t believe
You can’t fuck with me
Bitch I’m living the dream
See
I’m too heavy for you to even try to hold me
Best not fuck around
Or you will get found the fuck out
Come the fuck down
Step the fuck from my crown
Why you fuck around
I ain’t no clown
Take all that makeup off
Before you get hosed down
Sink your teeth into someone else besides me
Can’t you see
I’m that top shelf
And you can’t reach me

I don’t want it
I don’t, I don’t, don’t want it
I don’t need it
I don’t, I don’t, don’t want it
I can’t see it
I don’t, I don’t, don’t want it
I won’t get it
I don’t, I don’t, don’t want it
I don’t want it
I don’t, I don’t, don’t want it
I almost got it
I don’t, I don’t, don’t want it
But I say
I don’t want it
I don’t, I don’t, don’t want it
I don’t get it
I don’t, I don’t, don’t want it
I don’t want it
I don’t, I don’t, don’t want it

Can’t you see
I’m the king
Can’t you see
I’m the king

Runnin’, hidin’, on the low
While you’re right in front of me
Can’t you see what’s going on
Just tell me what you want from me

And you know I’m stayin low
Concerned with what’s in front of me
Can’t you feel that massacre
That’s why they fucking run from me

They don’t want this evil
They don’t want this ghost
They don’t want these people
They don’t want the host
They don’t want these feelings
They just want the most
They can have these feelings
They can get that smoke

They can’t handle this evil
They can’t handle the ghost
They can’t handle these people
They can’t handle the host
They can’t handle these feelings
They can’t handle the dose
They can’t handle us winning
They can’t handle the cost

They only speak of evil
We only think of ghosts
They are the parasite
We’re all the host
Searching through all of the feelings
Finding out nothing but ghosts
We’ve got to rid the deceivers
We’ve got to rid of the dose

King of the Zodiac

I got that whip
Now won’t you ride with me
Won’t you ride with me
Won’t you ride with me