[Chorus:] [Pusha T:] Open the pearly gates, bright white lights Madonna, Angels lined up in my honor, Ya Honor... [Game:] Name me King. [Pusha T:] Name me King. [Game:] I took the crown, infiltrated their fortress, Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses. [Pusha T:] Name me King. [Game:] Name me King. [Verse 1: Game] Brick by brick I built my fortress; My queen beautiful, Lamborghini is gorgeous, Phantom in the courtyard, 400 horses, Growl made the towers fall, 911 Porsches, Number 9 Jordans pause the Air Forces, Kush clouds, blunts lit by Olympic torches, Gold bars melted and what returned? Rolexes. Niggas got Breitlings to burn; Loyalty to earn, Royalty to who it may concern; This is Los Angeles King Snapback, Sippin' ‘Tron out the Stanley cup, I don't give a fuck; Drown them in the moat and let the bridge up, My son, my heir in Nike Airs, named my little nigga King, Meanin' you should bow at his feet before God intervene. Even when I was in front of triple beams Stack paper to the ceiling to the fiends I was King. [Chorus] [Verse 2: Pusha T] Raise your glass for the last of the kingpins, The crown in the Maserati grill is minglin', Rollies cross oceans like Frank out in England, The Gay Pride bezel rainbow like it's spring again. Hah! Crack rock, crack rock, nigga, My SC 430 was a drop, nigga, Go figure, this nigga play Go Fish, My only pet was fish scale, not a goldfish, My young baby sitter now my old bitch, Blowjobs, ‘cause what I sold made her nose itch, yeah! It's the king being crowned, Watch my predecessor fall like the sun goin' down. God! It's sunset, this is Sun Tzu. War! He paved the way I brought a ton through. Whooo! Been on his heels like a gum shoe, He took the throne, so I could run through. [Chorus] [Verse 3: Game] Rose petals at my feet when I'm steppin' out the Rolls, The royal penis is clean, Versace belt gold, Sweatin' like a slave where them pies get sold, Accompanied by fourteen karats stole. Adjust the temperature, let the heat rise up Like Jesus Shuttlesworth in that glass jar, Blue flame glowin' like a Avatar, “Five more minutes”, says the silent gold hand goin' ‘round on my Audemar, Angels in the wing, ass-naked, do your thing, Show me what that bakin' soda bring, do it for your king; Every time I look up, they cook up, I be the master of them P's, I got the hook up. From New Orleans to Virginia, I told her stuff, then pies in her Virginia, Never been caught, can't be bought, she's a winner, Fly ‘em south for the winter, make it back home for dinner [Chorus]
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