The King and I

A-doopy, doo-doo-doo I roll up like the bottom of a toothpaste tube Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoelace to it Two new chains, you can call me 2 Chainz Ropes hang like Hussein's noose (woo!) Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose (yeah) And it goes, one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot Five if you came to rock, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp' I'm about to use the John (what?) like Grey Poupon (Dijon, woo!) Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (yeah) Longer than it takes a blonde to put her makeup on (yeah) 'Cause me and Elvis, gelled together like cellmates (hey!) Yeah, this the Jail house, bitch, and I don't give a- (what?) And I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king again And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin Middle fingers up (yeah), we 'bout to do this shit again Modus operandi, bottle of blonde dye (yeah) Top five since I discovered peroxide (what?) Yeah, since I got signed (woo!), I went from pot pies To Jack and the bean (huh?), I'm watchin' my stock rise (woo!) These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics (what?) Got 'em all on pins and needles (yeah), just like Ozempic, meaning Give these little pricks the finger, and when I stick this thing up (yeah) It's higher than Wiz Khalifa (woo!), soon as he lit the weed up (huh?) As I go pickin' speed up (where?), like I was finna re-up (yeah) Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxone is how I treat it (get it?) Still goin' toe-to-toe, I'm still boxing with all my demons (yeah) But a couple Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar-, see ya! Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose (why?), I got so many hit singles (yeah) Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles (huh), you sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil So I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king again And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again And it goes, one for the trailer park, two for my baby-ma Three for the tater tots, four if you ate a lot Five if you came to rock and you never gave a fuck Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again I stole black music, yeah true Perhaps used it (for what?) as a tool to combat school Kids came back on some bathroom shit Now, I call a hater a bidet (why?) 'Cause they mad that they can't do shit (haha) And I know I'm such a dick, huh? (yeah) And it must be fuckin' with ya (yeah) To know I up and quit the (what?) Prescription drugs and liquor (yeah) And yet my buzz is bigger (wow) Still wrappin' circles around you (yeah) Like a boa constrictor (break it down) Now I'm about to explain to you all the parallels Between Elvis and me, myself It seem obvious, one, he's pale as me Second, we both been hailed as kings He used to rock the Jailhouse, and I used to rock The Shelter We sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese (woo, let's go!) But y'all miss the meaner me, back when I had felonies That went over your head because you just fell on knees You just literally knelt to me, I used to have no self-esteem (yeah) I used to cry myself to sleep (what?) Honestly, I need doubters because you motherfuckers (yeah) Motivate me to make you look stupid Believers, a little faith is all I seek from you All I need to do is hear you say the same shit My father said to me when I was just a week or two "Marshall, I be leavin' you" (haha, stupid) No more Guinness Stout, but my belief in myself Once again is stout (yeah), so many world records, I'm Guinness'ed out (huh?) Shit you say goes in and out (oh) My ear canals, so either my hearing's out Or I don't give a shit about a thing you say I just wanna feel like a king again And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh