Riding through Queens, strapped with two Glocks Screaming thug life like I think I'm 2Pac But I'm not My name is Káy, a young thug from da island These motherfucking streets has turned me into a tyrant Tired of this thug shit, tired of ducking sirens All my enemies annihilated, perpetually silenced Thank you lord, I got guns to buss I got weed to puff A bad bitch to fuck, I don't need that much I do this for da hood, when ya dreams are crushed And you're collapsing to da ground, I'll be ya crutch Send my love to Shyne, I buss shots to ya shit nigga Godfather buried alive, I buss shots to ya hits nigga I feel ya pain, shit's excruciating I'm da hottest nigga in New York since da 50 Cent reign Deny me of that claim, you gotta be fucking hallucinating Uh Crown me king, them other niggaz ain't real like me Them other niggaz ain't real like me Crown me king Them other niggaz ain't real You dig, like you know I wrote a lot of records in the Clinton Dannemora Same place where 2Pac was locked up at, nah mean I wrote some of them records on Rikers Island I been husting since I was six My heart froze when my brother gave me four bricks That was da nineties, oh shit Moved over ten thousand pounds of weed by o-six Still I ain't rich This ain't no fairytale, I never had a childhood I'd change it all if I could Been languished all my life, all the hurt I've known So who da fuck gon tell me I don't deserve da throne The goddess Arinitti blessed me, gave me her last kiss Crowned me king, them other rapper's music wacker than Usher's last disc Let it breathe Take it how you wanna Here's the recipe for love, bake it how you wanna Buss a shot for my niggaz thugging on da corner Buss a shot for my nigga Frass, the streets give you love Hope you give it back, and free da Worl' Boss, keep it thugging on da Gaza Crown me king, them other niggaz ain't real like me Them other niggaz ain't real like me Them other niggaz ain't real I, I started to dislike the fact that people are making money Like, more than liking the state of music Spent so many years perfecting this flow Made my first demo when I was thirteen years old Shit was flawed Decision was hard I still put it out for y'all A tape filled wit imperfect songs This Is My Life, volume one I pray for Jamaica, all the ghetto children Growing up without a father, cause the cops killed em Now their name in black ribbons As I walk the battlefield, Selassie is my armor Protected by Allah, anointed by The Dalai Lama Awaiting my karma Easy to lose faith cause redemption is scarce like a fierce iguana Me and Nicko be thugging, holding it down Been avoiding my fears, I'm owning it now Queens, New York, now you're stuck with me Brooklyn, Bronx, I hope you fuck with me Come on Crown me king, them other niggaz ain't real like me Them other niggaz ain't real Them other niggaz ain't real Rap is poetry and it is, it isn't just You know, it's thought provoking It's thought behind it and there's great writing in rap as well Uh, shout out to my nigga Lyfe Jennings Welcome home nigga Cry Nation, Ikáy Make my own beats, spit my own rhymes No need to look any further We here Queens, Kingston Jamaica, Da River We in da building