It's the return of the big dog
Calculated playing big ball
Boss shit they comparing me to Rick Ross
But I ain't Ross and this ain't Maybach nigga
Took some L's now I'm looking for that payback nigga
(Say dat Nigga)
A beast and Imma stay that nigga
Brought dat heavy need a crane scale to weigh that nigga
Don't compare me to other rappers homie, we just differ
They say Dolla you slowing down, nah my plate got bigger
And I need pens and all of my ends
The perceptions getting misused, let's get a new lens
Couple niggas done went astray, no need to pretend
I'm high and dry and stretched thin, time to get it in
(That ain't gone stop shit)
Regardless of who done cut me, and all the shit I done been thru
Got drive you can't teach, this shit just gotta be in you
They thinkin' to keep it simple, I'm reaching for monumental
Want the point let's keep it plain and simple
It's still Black
Clear the dust off my throne
I am King I tread hostile territories where only lions roam
I lead the tribe, but I can stand alone
Young King and I, and all that we survey is home
Right hand, but most play it wrong
Kings aren't born, they're molded, so teach em young
Then send him out and let him shine like the blazing sun
And when he returns the people will say
King Done Come