Why u wanna step to this, u aint smart, there aint no more kings, so I gotta brighten u up like the president of bling bling.
Yo check this shit it’s a tyranny take over, cuz this cat couldn’t spit dope wit a mouth full of baking soda
Check these fingers side by side, its now time for the fuck king solo rhyme
Yo confidence is incompetent wit the fact your teddy bear like u spittin in a polo shrine
Hold me. Don’t make me laugh, even though u spittin there not even your teddy bear let u hold ‘em in the past
your rhymes aint hot they couldn’t keep me warm if they was written in fleece bars
My punches so felt they takin this bitch away like police cars
King solo aint that a take off of hon solo, fuck star wars kid that when u know a man has gone homo.
U couldn’t harm me if u was spittin from a gun/mic sharpened to a point, U couldn’t blaze me if I was weed rolled into a joint
Go ahead bitch dick ride that’d be fine, no one riding back even though u a big black woman u still cant spit thick lines
No one ganna follow this king so he claims, his crew reputation is next to his name (solo)
Solo bitch cuz I dammed u quick, yo flow a no go thanks ta pic.

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