Songwriters: Harris, Clifford; Spencer, Charles;Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich  Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch again  The bullshit I'm addressin', check I'm on some next level shit  Never been fucked in the game I'm celibate    Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with  One foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get  Listen let's settle this, be clear I could fall back 7 years  Still it ain't no one ahead of me    Consider it a blessin' if you get to stand next to me  Five star general, O.G. veteran  Caked like Entenmann's, blowin' that celery  Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury    Every single thing I ever did was done heavily  Rap until you're 70, still ain't no catchin' me  Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Aunt Beverly  Be standin' on the top still after they bury me    Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant  Ain't got long hot songs, best cherish it  Cool when I drop mine that's over, finito  You payin' for your foul like a free throw, baow    Now how could a nigga think that he could see me  Other than the magazine covers or the TV?  Know I sold mo' mixtapes than your CD  You're waitin' on your big break prayin' you could beat me    You ain't made it far as D.C., on the low  I been all around the globe like a God how they treat me  Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they greet me  Mouth wide open just beggin' me to skeet, skeet    You in a deep sleep, stop dreamin'  I'm 6 albums in for 10 years I been 5 hot steamin'  The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin', beamin'  That's why I say I'm king bitch, I got my reasons    Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly  All on my mind is to get more millies  Niggaz talk shit that's silly  Shawty he ain't 'bout that really, is he?  Nigga, I'm illy    Ay, I run this city clearly  Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?  Nigga, I'm illy    Where niggas get off? Piss off  Me and mine aughta take time to pop a lid off  Shit all, over the whereabouts of me, is y'all  Sick in you' fuckin' mind, you figurin' I'ma fizz off    Never cooled off, Tip scorchin'  Minimal injury thought they wishin' me maximum misfortune  Number one hand down, flows paint portraits  Everybody thinks you stink like horse shit    House full of chicks on some 'Girl Next Door' shit  A king who once sell 30 mil' out the store quick  Of course this case lost all my endorsements  Tripled up on real estate, still buyin' more shit    But Tip bankrupt accordin' to your sources  I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements  Tore shit up from the lab to the rooftops  Officially the hottest nigga rappin' since 2Pac    'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me  I'm out my fuckin' mind, need counselin'  Please don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't nothin'  It's all fun and games 'til somebody start butsin'    'Member my discussion when rappers be battlin'  I find out about it, better get to skedaddlin'  Pack your family's bag, move 'em out to Seattle and  We ever cross paths, you'll need ambulance and bandages    Live life glamorous, so extravagant  Mandarin, oriental worldwide travelin'  Hip hop champion for real dough  You couldn't fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga  But still though    Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly  All on my mind is to get more millies  Niggaz talk shit that's silly  Shawty, he ain't 'bout that really is he?  Nigga, I'm illy    Ay, just remember I do this shit  When I want to nigga, it's me nigga    Ay, I run this city, clearly  Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?  Nigga, I'm illy    Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly  All on my mind is to get more millies  Niggaz talk shit that's silly  Shawty, he ain't 'bout that really, is he?  Nigga, I'm illy    I don't wanna hear shit 'bout I can't rap like this  When I ain't did it that way nigga, fuck you partner    Ay, I run this city, clearly  Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?  Nigga, I'm illy    Yeah, this the king, bitch        these lyrics are submitted by Quan