Lyrics

Chorus

How can the king, sit on the throne,
watching the village starve

( The king of what )

Killing then snitching on your own bitches and homies
My king
( you’re The king of who )

Your whole hood broke, you tried to tell jokes
Get gone

It’s time to Put the realest back on the throne.

You’re the king of who.

Bitches selling pussy for the bills ,
Homies moving packs , click clack , gimme that

( you’re the king of who )

The system got us all trapped
The police got us strapped

The king watching us struggle.

( The king of what )

The king of who.