Preferred Band/Artist: AKA
Verse 1:
Convicted criminal ’cause I'm slaying all these lines
Save your money for them tickets, and I ain't talking fines
’Cause I get a pretty penny, let’s not joke about my worth
Drop your pen, stop the writing, let's be real, I come first
Climbing up the charts like a ladder to the top
Looking down at all my haters, I ain't ever gonna stop
Adjust the shades ’cause it's hard to see from way up here
But when I'm looking to my future my vision is crystal clear
Turn off the sun, still can't see, wait a minute, what's that light?
Oh yeah, that's my future, shades back on, it's way too bright
My success...thank you Lord
Nominated... get the award
Sold out show...thank you fans
My cheerleaders in the stands
Every line is a goal
With every record, I score
Give you all that you need
But still leave you wanting more
Chorus:
King of this game
Every time I say my name ...
Drop the mic ...
Pause ...
Wait for the applause
Lay down a rap
Number 1, victory lap ...
Drop the mic ...
Pause ...
Wait for the applause
Give it all to the crowd don't hold anything back
Never let my guard down always ready to attack
Book a gig, get paid
Blow it up on stage ...
Drop the mic ...
Pause ...
Wait for the applause
Verse 2:
Every minute I'm awake I'm living out my dreams
Make this game look easy, rip it apart at the seams
So you can take a closer look, it ain't always what it seems
Overnight sensation? There's no such thing!
Everybody has a story - days before the bling-bling
Days before you got paid to sing
Days before you were let in the ring
The circle of famous friends
Who weren't there in the beginning
But want front row seats at the end
Playing pretend
Like a kid playing dress up
Wear a mask when I'm not alone
Take it off when I get home
How much do I show?
How much do I give away?
Never wanna leave
But don't always wanna stay
Chorus:
King of this game
Every time I say my name ...
Drop the mic ...
Pause ...
Wait for the applause
Lay down a rap
Number 1, victory lap ...
Drop the mic ...
Pause ...
Wait for the applause
Give it all to the crowd don't hold anything back
Never let my guard down always ready to attack
Book a gig, get paid
Blow it up on stage ...
Drop the mic ...
Pause ...
Wait for the applause
Verse 3
Live my life like a soapie
Everybody sit back and watch
Days of our Lives drama
This is something you can't touch
Everything I say makes headlines
Reporters need a new angle
Get the scoop before deadline
Painting artists as vandals
Live my life like a movie, starring only the best
Critics taking cheap shots
Wear my confidence like a bullet-proof vest
Watching with a heavy heart as I shine my crown
Wait your turn little boy, respect your elders, bow down
Every hero needs a villain
Oh, you tryna beat the king?
Spoiler alert! in the end, I win
Chorus:
King of this game
Every time I say my name ...
Drop the mic ...
Pause ...
Wait for the applause
Lay down a rap
Number 1, victory lap ...
Drop the mic ...
Pause ...
Wait for the applause
Give it all to the crowd don't hold anything back
Never let my guard down always ready to attack
Book a gig, get paid
Blow it up on stage ...
Drop the mic ...
Pause ...
Wait for the applause
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