king

uh, uh, pharaohs summon the slaves, kings were peasants kneeling down to 'em, all on my name s - a, everybody's on the rooftop with the same amount of seats that a coupe got, ex-rulers turned ex-convicts, time to count down like the bomb lit, so how we'd come to power, when the talk of selling our souls or worshipin' albums, and this is not that, it's that assassin, like i aim at top hats and cop back, no combat to get maul like where you shop at, nigga like a comrade, while they pray, i sing, and one day i'll be king, yeah, uh, one day, king