Troy Ave - Young King lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

New young king, I don't need a crown and or got helped

Niggas ain't want to pay me, I pay myself

The way I made it flip, they should call me Young Spatula

I'm counting money, draggin' first, call me Count Dragula

(Verse)

I look and sound like my town, I am not these bozo clowns

If the shoe fits, then you hit, man down

BSB that sound you were searchin' for and found

You could thank me and God for this blessing

Constantly feeding the streets, these other niggas can't compete

You on a major label, I'm independent

Have a seat, getting fucked all in your cheeks

I'm gettin' 95% percent off each

You only gettin' 15%, that's the difference

I can match most of y'all with cars

Fucked half of you niggas' main broads

I spent 35 cash on a condo, that's large

Why you mad? It's not my fault

You rather dick-ride than to walk on your own 2 feet like a man

Most of these rappers all be rat

They actors, they should just act

But enough bout em, let's talk bout me

Let's talk in all facts, I really sold mad crack

I really tote em gats, been a get money nigga since scratch

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, howdy

No-no, no-oh

There's disloyal suckers in my crowd

Fuck outa here, you think I don't know bout you niggas?

Smilin' in my face, I see the ho bout you, nigga

I'm a fun can of oil that you can't outslick

It's a difference in showin' love and just ridin' my dick

You bought my album, or you just know my radio hits?

You see me styling and you just want to parlay in some flicks

Man, you niggas be worse than these hoers and it's a shame

My VIP section is closed to your fake chains and your fake watch

Fake watch busters, look what we got

Another nigga trynna to be who he not

Big cars and jewels, that's dope boy swag

You ain't street, you a bitch-nigga dressing in drag

And it's sad, so sad how these junkies try to do you

I put your ass on, boy, when nobody knew you

Don't forget, I'm the dealer, you are the user, but that's straight

I'mma get back to my meal off this Hermes plate

I'm almost at a mil, man, God is great, all the time

And I earned every dollar

These other niggas looking for dick to ride or swallow

And that ain't G shit, this is Banz B shit

Self-made and self-paid, get money 'till the grave

(Hook)