King Shit - Nasty C

Ooh-ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh

Ooh-ooh, ooh

This is how it feel to be on top of the world, oh-oh

I’m so glad I’ve been through the dirt, oh-oh

You can never play me, I know my worth, oh-oh

You can call me whatever you want, I’ve been called worse, nigga

Let go of all your fears, let go of all your fears

I go to church on the moon, I talk to God on shrooms

I know I’m not perfect, but the God I worship

He forgives, He saves

King shit (King shit), king shit (King)

King shit (King), king shit (King)

Set it off (Set it off), set it off (Set it off)

Set it off (Off), set it off

Come on

King shit (King shit), king shit (King shit)

King shit (King shit), king shit (King shit)

Set it off (Set it off), set it off (Off)

Set it off (Off), set it off

Ice box, where my heart used to be

Giving rocks, to the Slimes cool with me

Can’t never let the guap ruin me

Ten times what they say on my eulogy

Snapbacks, tattoos and jewelry

Talking dollar signs, ever so fluently

Top of the world, baby, it’s you and me

She’s all about her nudity

It be moving me, is she using me?

Ms. Troublemaker, come hop in the pool with me

Know what we doing, we right where we choose to be

Thought I told you it ain’t new to me

I might show my true colours, for you to see

This for the homies that God took away from me

Heaven is empty, they’re right in the stu' with me

King shit (King shit), king shit (King shit)

King shit (King shit), king shit (King)

Set it off (Set it off), set it off (Set it off)

Set it off (Off), set it off (Off)

Come on

King shit (King shit), king shit (King shit)

King shit (King shit), king shit (King shit)

Set it off (Set it off), set it off (Set it off)

Set it off (Set it off), set it off (Off)

Have you ever seen a Zulu man as passionate as this, baby?

Flying state to state, to state, to state, to state, to state

But Durban still the crib, baby

Five hunnid stina, blue Madibas for the feature, spittin' lava through the

grill, baby

I know they’re 'bout to tell me I’m feelin' myself

When they all wanna know how it feel, baby

All you cheerleaders stick to cheering, please

What’s your two cents to my pair of McQueen’s

The ones before me started calling me king

Pass me the torch, now I carry it clean

I’m only human, I am not a machine

Can’t have everybody under my wing

You take the crown, you take the Yang and the Yin

Defend the title, I’ma stay in the ring

Ring