King Killa

Yeah…
Bow down, man.
The crown ain’t borrowed.
The throne ain’t rented.
It’s earned.
It’s built.
It’s Killa.
KING Killa.
Came from the bottom now the sky too small,
“Killa Ride” #1 on every chart I call.
Worldwide plays like the globe my mall,
Every city singin’ my name on the wall.
Penthouse views with the marble floors,
Cars lined up like a luxury war.
Lambos, Ghosts, and the wild two-doors—
Turn the valet lot to a gold decor.
Ice so heavy make my neck feel numb,
Diamonds so loud hear the sparkle hum.
Money stack tall like a kingdom come,
Killa live life like the world go dumb.
Every red carpet get rolled on cue,
Cameras flash bright like the sky turn blue.
Fans scream loud when I step on through—
I don’t chase fame, fame chase my crew.
I’m KING KILLA…
Top of the throne and I shine gorilla.
Whole world dance when they feel my rhythm—
Killa Ride hittin’ every chart I’m fillin’.
Yeah, KING KILLA…
Crown stay heavy but the soul get realer.
Fast cars, ice, and a vibe too thriller—
Top of the globe, I’m the world’s top pillar.
Empire Labels all call but I pick what I choose,
Killa got leverage — I can’t lose.
Money on flow like a fountain of views,
Check my account — it refuse to snooze.
They ain’t see the climb…
They ain’t feel the grind…
But now they hear the roar
when the king arrive.
Killa came from nothin’—
now the whole world mine.
Long live the king…
Long live the shine.
Yeah…
This the life.
This the throne.
This the legend.
KING KILLA.
World heavyweight champion of sound.
Forever.

Trap, pop