Underground Kings (feat. Schoolboy Q , Killer Mike)

I'm an
 I'm, I'm an
 Rumor has it I'm an underground king
 All I give a fuck about is money
 And when I got it, I don't give a fuck about it
 It's outlandish, I take for granted what God granted
 My countertop granite, my house is outstanding
 While I'm standing inside of it
 Feelin' inside out as I pop Xanax
 Watching myself on TV
 In order to get to the TV I had to go through the proper channels
 I don't rock the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and camo
 They call me the Benz owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
 Then go and pick a chick up, bone it and friend zone her
 Soon as I see her wake up, I be fuckin' her raw
 If she a B or an A cup, make her fuck in a bra
 Let's get it goin', got a dyke in the closet
 I'm sure she enjoyin', I kill verses in return for it
 A eulogy is borin', for you to be informed
 I'm a chore and my circle change more than a European coin
 Once the kill has begun, you realize
 I'm the illest, the realest is Pimp C, and the trillest is Bun
 I'm definitely best at gun rap, gun wrap
 I put you on my recipe list
 I put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run that
 Detroit nigga, I destroy niggas in general
 I deploy niggas to generally destroy niggas' regimes
 So rumor has it I'm an underground king
 King
 From underground, a number one, I don't get it
 I still be in Civics, it's one of my bitches', I grew witH tHe clip
 And I'm known for tHe stripping, unload 'til I end it
 Put ten in a tank, 10 mil' in my bank, I'm more real tHan you tHink
 Buy a bitcH some HigH Heels, a small purse and a sHank
 Some wet naps, a little skirt to insert tHrougH a sHape
 I'm in tHe gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps
 I brougHt tHe guns back and sHowin' gang tats
 And wHen I wrote tHis Had every H capped
 You know tHem Hoovers 'bout it, 'bout it, I serve bullets
 And narcotics, tHe cops watcHin', still poppin'
 A gang member, pitcHin' rock, every car on tHe block
 No antennas, just a body, myself, I'm my own Hitta
 I'm Top Dawg, you cat litter
 Denied a million tHrougH a text, I'm a real nigga
 From Heaven to tHe lowest of devils
 Spit every bar for tHe rebels
 My wardrobe to startin' trouble: orange rags
 Bucket Hats, even be witH my stunt double
 My life is eitHer jail or oxy in my cotton
 You lookin' pale and so it's gon' be for tHe knockin'
 [?] list on my stone, tHen 45, it's only 3 options
 I'm second to none, I sHoot 'til I won, gun bigger tHan Pun
 Take more tHan your lung, pop, pop, pop
 Convert to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk yawk
 Murder music, jump out of Buicks
 Nobody movin' or I squeeze on it
 Before I get a crown, I bleed on it
 An underground king sippin' my lean
 You know I double my profit because I triple my beam
 You niggas stop with the topics and all this fussin' and arguin'
 Ain't it clear to your optics that I would go through a squadron?
 Cause I'm as violent and vicious as killin' Christians and Christians
 On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and sadistic
 I'm talkin' tangled and twisted, this shit was terror-terrific
 We killed the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the misses
 And made the maid do the dishes, now she sleep with the fishes
 Now that sucka rapper's dead, I assume my position
 In the place, a king, on the throne is where I'm sittin'
 Yeah, the Iron Throne is mailed with the metal microphone
 Hey, let the rats and the mice know Killer Mike is home
 Cause Killer is iller than all the killers they know
 My past is good, I land a rock at my show
 Before I go, rest in peace to Dilla fo' sho
 Slum lord with a mic cord in a slum village on a slum tour
 Through every ghetto I carry the heavy metal
 Just in case a shovel is needed when arguments are settled
 Mama get rose petals
 That's it, finito, no chatter, the matter settled
 I got your bitch, I got some head, she got stilettos
 Lyrically I'm literally a bad motherfucker
 Bernard Freeman technique, and my swagger Chad Butler, mothafucka