Laylizzy - King To Be feat. Mr. Record Label lyrics

Chorus ($ir Jermias)
Getting blazed, everyday
$ipping Ace with the $pades
That is how I celebrate, you can blame it on my race
f*cking yea, Imma bathe with my golden f*cking rings
Goddamn right, I was raised to be mothaf*ckin' king

Verse ($ir Jermias)
$o tell me why the hell you wouldn’t let me in (Now Hol' Up)
I give a f*ck about your reckoning
I turned my record in (You threw my record out)
I turned it back again and now you holding out
(Now I don’t wanna hear it) Let the fans talk
(Let the beat bang) Let me hold it down
You told me go north, f*ck it I’m going south
You talk that shit again, I’ll slap in out yo mouth
For f*ck sake, the f*cks I give just don’t exist
The up$ide is, I don’t even bone these chicks
My chick is a goddess, the king is a god
And the game I got it on lock
I don’t pay no mind, my wallet is mindless
f*ck you and thank you for your kindness
See you on the flipside you flipsiders
You bitch you, we drink gin straight, you $ip ciders
We $moke indoor, you smoke outdoor
You outsiders!
Chorus

Outro ($ir Jeremias)
You're f*cking idiots
This for all muhf*ckas doubtin' the kid tho
You're f*cking idiots
Call me $ir Jeremias
You're f*cking idiots...

Skit
(Door knock)
Mr.Record Label:
- Come in you tool
Doorman:
- Mr.Record Label your next appointment is here
Mr.Record Label:
Let him in…Sit down son sit down…All right, let's cut to the chase…
So hat should I call you?
$ir Jeremia$:
(Hmmm my name is Edson sir, but you can call me...)
Mr.Record Label:
Ok, all right.. show me what you got, then