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(verse 1)
I can't get out! Fro or not? You know it's hot! I wear it out. My whereabouts you ought not care about. It has nothing to do with you. And when it does, it's ugly. Trust me. I'm your fuckin' buddy. Not a fuck buddy. Not a fuck boy. I adjust to noise, because it's just noise. What to do? What to destroy? Still, it's my choice. A Deutsche account for the figures. Boy, I'm about to get DEEP up in the river! Sorry, Nile, but I got this sorry Atari style that got everybody partying wild! Why is it sorry? It's unapologetic. It bruises you. Musically. Yeah!
(Hook)
I'm The King of America!
I'm The King of America!
Whether you like it or not, I got my own crown!
I'm The King of America!
Whether you like it or not, I got my own crown!
My own crown!
Whether you like it or not, I got my own crown!
My own crown!
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Stereo! I clear my throat! Do the Dougie on a beat. 'Cause you love it!, with the heat! What do I come with, if it's not heat? So cold, put it in ice with SoCo! Maybe a lemon and Corona. Then again, I'm a loner. That's a party beverage. Hardly the beverage that Charles wanna sip. 'Cause all of this shit is an argument with me. Don't start with me. I started it... with me. Could I lead like me? Why does everybody wanna be like me? So disciplined. Most MCs say I don't get it in. Correct they are!, with the Yoda speech. Next to Charles, nobody! Can't you see? Ungh!
(Hook)
I'm The King of America!
I'm The King of America!
Whether you like it or not, I got my own crown!
I'm The King of America!
Whether you like it or not, I got my own crown!
My own crown!
Whether you like it or not, I got my own crown!
My own crown!
(verse 3)
A peaceful nigga. Sorry. A peaceful figure. Guard me. Hardly a bar from me. A bar is Charles, you see. Nothing but options to get you fucked up. Talkin' shit just might get you fucked up. Walk in the crib? Might get you fucked up. I'm not gonna sit with you. I'll get you fucked up. Not even kidding with you. I'll get you fucked up. This is fucked up. The shit is just tough. I gotta be tough! Call it defense! The reason people ain't breathing! They bleed all the time like a period never-ending. Seriously. It's clever, isn't it? How to make it stop? Put a stopper in it! I gotchu, bebe! Ungh!
(Hook)
I'm The King of America!
I'm The King of America!
Whether you like it or not, I got my own crown!
I'm The King of America!
Whether you like it or not, I got my own crown!
My own crown!
Whether you like it or not, I got my own crown!
My own crown!
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Ben Jayne asked me what this song is about, if it's not just a random lo-fi freestyle over a cool beat. Basically, I'm introducing the concept of me being King to the masses. Factor in the fact that I'm Black, former child actor/model, full time musician, and I just served 2 years. If countless other rappers can feel regal after serving sentences for far more heinous crimes and receive a certain type of wealth, than I am entitled to feeling like a King for surviving all that I've been through.
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Ben Jayne asked me what this song is about, if it's not just a random lo-fi freestyle over a cool beat. Basically, I'm introducing the concept of me being King to the masses. Factor in the fact that I'm Black, former child actor/model, full time musician, and I just served 2 years. If countless other rappers can feel regal after serving sentences for far more heinous crimes and receive a certain type of wealth, than I am entitled to feeling like a King for surviving all that I've been through.
And my crown is my Kufi.
I feel like I shouldn't have had to explain that, though.
#beseated
