LYRICS:
Ya, I’m the Black Lion I’m king of the jungle
I’m ready to rumble
Warrior Gang
Little mama want me to pipe her
We fuck like we fighting we tumble
Bang bang
I got a lust for the life that I’m living
They tell me that’s sinning
Ha that’s funny
Why beg forgiveness if
Handling business is keeping me winning
Get your money
I used to pitch on the block
Bitch but now i get rich when I talk
Game spitter
I get so much love around California
Like I am 2pac
Real Nigga
I got a family of hustlers and gangsters
And killers and criminals
Watch out
If we got smoke then I aim for your head
I don’t shoot no subliminals
Pow pow pow
Dismiss you busters and haters and suckers
Like Quavo say that way
I don’t give a damn what he say she say
‘Finna be the biggest out the bay
Since Mac Dre
Thizz God
Rather be the king of niggadom
Than a second class citizen
Ooh that’s real talk
Going the hardest of anyone
On this side of the millennium
Big Ceezy dog
You ain’t got to give me the crown
I came here to take it
Ooh don’t fight
Like Snoop said I specialize in
Making all the girls get naked
Ooh ooh that’s right
I’m a big mac look at the way that
I made the dance floor just get packed
Flossing
I run rap you could hate on me
All that you want but this shit slap
Awesome
I’ve been on my grind
Doing my dirt all by my lonely
If you getting money and I ain’t
Getting none with you then we ain’t homies
I’m ‘uh keep gassing all on these hoes
‘Till the day I’m on E
Come on and let’s go out paper chasing
Homie count all this money with me
I’ve been on tilt
Now that the game is revealed
I’m making this money at will
This is a skill
Too many niggas ain’t real
Ooh I know how that feel
I stay on target good in the pocket
Walk it how I talk it my niggas solid
Ooh we be grinding
Never batting an eyelid
Stack a million
Take them all to an island
With the baddest bitches in tow
Nigga better act like you know
Hoe that’s the way that we roll
Bitch all of my kinfolk
We living life to the maximum
All these tracks I’m gassing them
Ooh all these instagram models
‘Round me look at that ass on them
I’ve been on my grind
Doing my dirt all by my lonely
If you getting money and I ain’t
Getting none with you then we ain’t homies
I’m ‘uh keep gassing all on these hoes
‘Till the day I’m on E
Come on and let’s go out paper chasing
Homie count all this money with me