Don Cook - King [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 - Don Cook]
Ayyo, screw what you seen
What you heard 'bout the dirt on my collar
I heard a dollar turns a man insane
First verse, so that fuckers get they hands to pray
Ayyo God, let a person get a chance today
Same calls to my cell from your ex-girl
Tell the bitch I let a girl stay if the eggs stirred
Get the bread served on a plate
In my bed curled up with my next girl
That's the best damn burnt eggs I've tasted
I prefer legs, not basic
Had our first date on the turnpike tasting her lip gloss
Then I unclipped bra, aced it
Call it lift off when the lift start shaking
I'mma drift off into space
Cause the rocket on my waist got a quick exhaust, not patient, Drop the chick off at her mom's
Not wasting my gas on a little bit of ass, I'm racing off

[Hook - Oshea]
I got snakes around me, aiming at my soul
Fuckers tried to drown me, I was at my lowest
Let 'em know in no time, you 'gon call me king
Let 'em know the throne mine, you 'gon call me king, aye
You gon' call me king, nigga, you gon' call me king
You gon' call me king, nigga, you gon' call me king
You gon' call me king, nigga, you gon' call me king
You gon' call me king, nigga, you gon' call me king
King, aye

[Verse 2 - Oshea]
Fuck ya' feelings, fuck appeal bitch
I been living on the low
Killling everything and everyone around me, yeah, you know
I got scars from the past on my back
But my future bright as fuck, I’m 'bout to spazz on this track, bitch
All my niggas get wild in the truck
All my niggas get vile off the blunts
All my feelings in a new blueberry swisher
I been shooting for officials, getting high as I want to
Damn, I’m renegade now
I’m sick of this life, I’m finna space out
Y'all living that lie, keep staying in bounds
Don’t take that shit light, when I say I’m inbound or boundless
See my niggas can’t stand you, see why niggas dismantle
If you can’t handle, don’t you come close to my sample
Whipping like I’m trapping out the bando, asshole

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Don Cook]
Took a turn for the worst like a president
Present fists to fuck-bitches
I turn britches to bridges and burn 'em
A bird shitting gets heard first
Cause your writtens get served like court papers
At doors faking your purpose
Every four minutes, your tour visits
The same city you wish you were born in
Only four bitches give brain
But they're bored with your four inches
Sworn enemies with Bane like Wayne is my identity
Bruh, I'll sever these nuts
'Fore I die getting fucked by the industry
Rather be a fucking mutt to my enemies
Then I'll be set up with heavy weapons
Take an M-16 to your celebration
Bullet renovation, put a hole in your skull
With the full-on penetration, I'm at center stage
Waste a full 10 clips like I'm bullshitting in some videos
Getting views from the six, whew!

[Hook]