A poem I wrote about me being rich.
King up in this ish.
Boy, you wish you all had dis.
All this ice up on my wrist.
Make the Joneses wanna dis, cuz they can’t keep up with this.
TheKing livin life like I’m free
Cuz that’s the way It’ll always be
Man, this money just keep flowing in
I’ma need a new way to spend
Super cars, super yachts, super cribs
Buy so much I’m superman
Beast mode on.
Can’t stop TheKing cuz I’m unstoppable
Take me on, mission impossible
Too strong, too fast, boy I got too much cash.
HaHa! Mo money boy mo power
Keep you up in the midnight hour
Yeah, like Russia, I’m a superpower
Try to stop me, I buy you out
No matter what, can’t wipe me out
King don’t need no Kush, cuz I’m always high, always at the top.
Haha!
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