Young Krizzle that n***a they never rule out

Goin' forward, hit like Thor, what movin' you 'bout?

Lot of niggas claimin' MC's won't stand the test of time

Thank God I was blessed to rhyme the way that would reflect the shine

Lights on the southern country folk

Know they hatin' when I'm bassin', knockin' pots up off their porch

Window tinted, got me hidden, creepin', crawlin' like a float

Or parade, grippin' grain and chariots on them spokes

Spartacus couldn't spar with us, true gladiators

I had concubines way before I had paper

Tryna live in high rises, Mount Olympus krill

This ain't even my spot, it's just some simple shit

Got a couple Medusas that keep me rock hard

These niggas optical illusions, they are not stars

If it ain't that GQ then it's not ours

Fuck that bullshit, bitch, I'm 'bout war

Hope you're 'bout yours

I'm one man against the world

Remember this forever

The king of my kingdom

Bring it to 'em raw

Ready for war

That's how you bring it

Ayo I spit sick, it's Term the ill spick

Here to rip s**t down with Villa and Big K.R.I.T

It's the gambino, callin' in shots like Rick Pitino

In the Benzito, hustle for ends, and Bens, c-notes

I'm in the villa with Villa, bumpin' that Dilla

Pop a pill or crack a fill and just listen to how I kill it

Yo your boy's chill, but my chain is chilly, chilla Charles Manson

Choppin' bodies and throw 'em in the river

I be head huntin', puttin' hundreds on your head

Hollow heads have you singin' Hail Marys in your bed

See the bloodshed? Ain't a blood but I love red

I be blackin' out, wakin' up runnin' away from feds

Went from Beantown, Chi Town to Mississippi

Got killers with me flippin' them 50 cals, gettin' busy

Ain't a thing pretty, I'm prolly goin' to Hell too

And when I do I'll be chillin' with Pun and L too

But I'ma let my man Pun tell you

Game of thrones, king of the north, that's how my name is known

Play bold, off with your head soon as the blade is shown

No chaperon, you alone in the battle zone

Dome blower, lightin' up the room like bad cologne

I spit piff, still kill you with the stress line

See a sigh on the set whenever Deck rhymes

I be closin' on bread, just like a bread tie

Reppin' SI, do or die, NY

Ridiculous game, my slang tastin' big and gross

Thirty chicks on their period ain't got a sicker flow

Three chicks alone, I spend about what you get a show

You still runnin' behind your man like a pick and roll

Call me the general, there's blood on my stripes

Mud on my Nikes, the struggle made me double the price

I'm nothin' nice, I shake 'em like a couple of dice

Wanna ride with a nigga, better buckle up tight

There's a code! Your clan tried to kill me, now I'll kill all of you! I warned you! You have no chance!