~J-King~ Freestyle

Yeah, this all dope, all cash, it's all me.

Where ever the money at, that's exactly where I'm gon be.

Hustlers all show me love & real niggaz show respect.

So best believe if you ever step to me, you better come correct.

I'm still waitin to hear a rapper who better.

Bitches love me cuz they know I can get em wetter.

Pussy tastin so good, I love eatin bitches, Hannibal Lecter.

But that's just spare time, Ima hustler I'm always on my grind.

I'm racing any niggaz to the money bet you get left behind.

My flow smash niggaz, snap they neck and crush their spine.

Search all you want, you'll never find another with bars harder than mine.

You just can't, cuz they don't exist nigga.

Yeah I know you pee sittin down, cuz you a bitch, nigga.

Killin rappers is my high and everyday I gotta get my fix.

My Benz a beast but this ain't the 5, nigga I only push the 6.

600 Benz be mean than a mafucka so you know it a A.M.G.

Don't give a fuck bout what you gotta say, I'm just doin me.

Big rims, I'm ridin slow hoggin up my own lane.

Copy my shit all you want, we still won't ever be the same.

Cuz you soft nigga and this be that G shit.

Not for no pussy niggaz, but only for the real G's bitch.

You hear my words but you still just have no idea about what I mean.

Quit fakin on some shit you know damn well you ain't ever seen.

I am who I am cuz I live by that G code.

Bust off the whole clip at you, then reload.

Niggaz movin weight that they got off the speed boat.

Got yo bitch doin the only thing she good at, deep throat.

Finally eatin steak now but I always been with that beef shit.

Fuck these old niggas, they can't tell me bout no street shit.

Love the ones you starved with, them the ones you eat wit.

I always keep the heat but I ain't cookin no meat bitch.

All about my money, I ain't with that being chill shit.

Don't play with my money, cuz that'll get you killed quick.

I bet you wish you never started fuckin with my squad.

Fuck up my money, niggaz get sent right back to meet his God.

Niggas can't keep my name out the mouth, ima make em eat they words.

American history x, ima make em bite the curb.

Moment of silence for all the rappers and this track I had to kill.

Rappers realizing the contract they signed is really a suicide deal.

I stay hungry for my bread, like I been lookin for my next meal.

I'm gettin money, while yo pockets stay on that diet pill.

My Rollie watch keep me thankful for all these good times.

Get used to it, cuz I'm barely enterin my prime.

My flow lost it, niggaz know I'm spittin on another level.

Nigga which tastes worse, my name or gun metal.

Instead, ima have yo bitch do the taste test.

She'll know why all the bitches know I taste best.

After I killed the pussy, she swear she met her maker.

I told yo wife to use her head, I ain't tell her to be no thinker.

Yes I'm the King, you niggaz better get yo rank up.

I make bitch niggas swallow they pride, yeah go head, drank up.