About a hundred men down
Before a king with no crown
Among the worst in his trade
An assassin sittin' on a milk crate
And My
Your fear is real
That's why, why you conceal
That you're naked and afraid
Getting' tired by the day
Can't control what you say
It's coming out any which way
And My
Your fear is real
That's why you, you conceal it
How
Have you made it this far
All alone climbing mountains
No idea who you are
I made me what I am
This kind of hybrid of a man
I'll put you back in your place
An assassin sittin' on a milk crate
And My
Your fear is real
So try, try to conceal it