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King Graves
Hip-Hop/Rap
King Graves was released on August 25, 2025 by Graves as a part of the album LIL 2 PACK - Single
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Release DateAugust 25, 2025
LabelGraves
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jacob S. Graves
Jacob S. Graves
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob S. Graves
Jacob S. Graves
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob S. Graves
Jacob S. Graves
Producer

Lyrics

My team run the world, bitch we run the table
How you try to kill your brother like you Cain and Abel?
Said he tryna chase a bag, but he hardly able
To get the bag and flip it fast, my brothers really paid, though
Try to read me like a book, can't even flip the page, hoe
You wanna keep your eyes between your ears, do what I say so
Tryna get that cash fast, buy my mom a Range Rov
I'm mobile like an RV, this ain't no Winnebago
You don't know who you talkin' to, bitch I'm Young Charlamagne, hoe
You don't know who you talkin' to if you ain't talkin' 'bout money
I was laughing at you and your squad 'cause y'all been moving funny
Look at what we started, bitch I'm going retarded, but I'm not no dummy
I cannot surround myself with people always tryna take shit from me
I'm like ha, shit get icky, sticky, yeah, this shit get ugly
I put that ball in play, bitch I know how to score like Rodney Stuckey
That bitch studying, learning my discography, I think that bitch just love me
No, no, no, no, you can't get this swag for free, you gotta boss up, buddy
I don't get high, but bitch I like to drink, hoe, pass me that bubbly
Gotta find a way to pass the time, I don't like to think, yeah, my thoughts get muddy
I do shit that's way up out your fuckin' league, hoe, pass me that trophy
You can't get no first place award just because you know me
I ain't talking to no labels, I don't want nobody owning me
My goal is when you look, like, straight up to the top you gon' see only me
And Swim Team, yeah, we pave the way to glory
Bro talking like he a big shot, you not Robert Horry
Used to call her up to get off, now I want her to ignore me
I didn't say the fuckin' party stopped, keep them bottles pouring
Turn your music off, that shit a flop, all it does is bore me
Only gang I rep is ST and CC
Young rich muhfucka, no one fly as me
Pockets fat as hell, gut busting out the seams
Pussy, no this life ain't even what it seems
Pussy, yeah, we living out your wildest dreams
Pussy, chase a bag, yeah, I'm 'bout my cream
Rappers lame, sometimes I wish they brought back the guillotine
If I got nobody, my brothers got me, it's just me and my team
Lifestyle shit, been dreaming 'bout it since a fuckin' teen
The only difference between me and you is I done did my thing
The only difference between me and your jewels is my shit got bling
The only difference between me and your rules is I follow neither
Fuck him up in front of his damn crowd, boy that hoe got ethered
She said she could read a tarot for me, I'm like jeepers creepers
I'll never bow down to no man except for Jesus
Be careful what you pray and wish for, and don't come without leaving
I know that I'm drowning in this sin, I know that I'm a heathen
But I just trust in God, lay down my life, I hope that he can see it
I'm praying even for my fallen brothers now, they turned to demons
I done got that light up on that pathway, best believe I'm leading
Written by: Jacob S. Graves
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