Master jayare the king pimp so i get rich don't start betch your the last snitch check the script I flip drugs beyond i never slip I got the pip jigs so have a quick hit figures I need to get so I get money cash dosh wat ever u call it u chimp kunts suk dik I mash chumps who do u think when you challenge my gifts I manage my links Im bagging the mix dangerous shit stand in the ring and get crazy i be amazing king jayare from day one I beat them sins to become one and something better u get stung by my sting will hurt whoever wereever whenever to be better im falling to turn legend my brethren a real made men will used th drill chumps for nothing now we stack paper and bucks slanging so fuk faces get stuck places u duck chase Now check the true jigga I kick a jewel chigga I come in new and bigger ready to deliver u shifty fool im i stay tru don't make me grab a tool and split ya head tripper I flip cash in summer and winter no need for triggers I'm a made
Jigga link the dots if u blink it's gone u cumts stink of bongs I flip my songs while u chumps sip on coks and talk to cops u fukn dogs no names but u know who u are il chop ya ears off when ever who ever word on my mother word on my brother u turds act like under covers i feel like u phoney jokers go and snitch so u get out of trouble I smoke double to focus stabb some cumt and leave a puddle bash some chump and cut two more dump the blade and run hide in the corner store go bak stash the loot and cash leaving that blokes dome a mash I Rome around never to be found when I hear the sound of money coming to town fukn clowns I still got crowns I never wear them about because haters hate no doubt while I'm laughing out loud watch out for these farts u hang around just wanting shit but no dosh wat the fuk I'm not giving these gronks I'm get hot on these spots thick smoke like my cok one toke UL be off now take note on drop if u gona hustle hard start on a Oz watch out for narks in plain clothes they watch u sell drugs and try get close they got cameras no jokes ten toes in no goes make paper change phones and be a fukn ninja no clone these junks are drones they can't pay tick brake there bones till they click I want bills money king time to begin my rhymes grow wings I'm blessed I think no stress wat a dream put to the test it seems no 9 2 5 just scems hit the slide and flee got someone to drive so easy always at night can't see me in and out no reason but cash we cleaning we going pass like demons u peasants now we hit the gas and rev it make shit last one has no limit so cumts brains get mashed in to lessons deadend chumps get the message no fees son these mother fuks are dead to us no truth comes from them so shut up there luck stops so fuk cops we all took a loss they throw the book at us these chats need to chill before they label us criminals dangerous be good and don't let them get near us a spear though there eye will wake them up no lies fukn doggy dogs
KINGMASTERPLAN
