king.
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Hip-Hop/Rap
king. was released on January 2, 2026 by yoilya / AMM Ventures, LLC as a part of the album king. - Single
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Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
yoilya
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ilya Zee
Songwriter
Lyrics
What is he on?
I didn't come here to try murk anybody
But forget the hype if it's on then it's on
I'll dun a mans dance, then I'm gone, then I'm gone
Skeng daddy bars when I'm on, when I'm on
I just come to bill a likkle vibe with the gyaldem
Hotel pop off the thong, then it's on
With a likkle bit of high grade, Dom Pérignon
Champagne, Hennessy, not very long
I said, "We need some more girls in here"
Couples Chantelle's and Chanelle's in here
So pass me the bitter let me get heavy on
Buff ting gally rude boy send it on
There's too many man, too many many man
I'll slew any man, slew any any man
How can you be a king when you roll through anywhere?
Wiley you don't roll through anywhere
I go anywhere fam, I'm never scared
You said you rep E3, but you're never there
So let me merk this guy
It's all in your name fam, I don't need to try
I'll take away the W, I'll take away the Y
Fix up the other letters, all you do is just lie
Chat shit, talkin' like Barnet's a joke
Got some Barnet guys movin' keys of coke
Got some **** on Dollis Valley that ain't scared to poke
Runnin' riot outside the Hadley Oaks, madness
Wiley you need to chill
Anyone I meet if I keep it real
And God knows if I ever made a mil
Still be doing shows in my hood for a bill
Us man are eatin' great, them man are eatin' late
That's why they're breeding hate, ain't ever had a greasy plate
I got the streezy, mate, boy, better start speakin' straight
And when I say "I roll with the dawg", trust me because I don't mean Nate
When I tell a man "meet at seven", trust me, cuz, I don't mean eight
So many new flows, it's bait
I'm gonna make it's only fate
You might see me with foots in gate
You man are still there hustlin' weight
If you wanna book me, give me a date
And take my bank details, give me a pay (yo)
You man are livin' off crumbs and scrapes
Us man are livin' off drums and bass
Yo, check one, check two
Wanna rob me? Hold tight you
Open the boot, whack man up
Go home, play Xbox, drink Typhoo
Bare wasteman wanna diss my tune
Same wasteman wanna live in my shoes
See me spittin' bare deep bars on YouTube
Now they wanna try too
Diss me, but you don't know me though
Heard my bars on the Roll Deep show
Now I'm so much better like Snipe Keedo
You're a jackass just like Steve-O
Wanna know about me? Here we go
Half Yoruba, half Igbo
I would ask you to pay attention
But you ain't got no P though
I'm goin' to damage your ego
Gonna run down BMX like Deebo
Run up in your house, punch in the face
Buss your head at Pro Evo
Shorty wants to play me, so
Yo, blud, send the control
Pass the parcel like Dizzee Rascal
'Round, 'round, 'round we go
And I'm back with a vengeance
Everybody freeze when I'm makin' my entrance
Make you fully stop like the end of a sentence
But if I'm vacant, check my attendance
Was in a crew but now independent
I've got the traits of a Spartan descendant
So, all my bars like a chain with a pendant
Come with the force of a four litre engine
Was that an indirect? Who's sendin'? (Sendin')
You said it, who's sending?
One-on-one mic clash watch let me end him (what?)
Like John Terry, I'm top with defendin'
You ain't no match man, stop the pretendin'
So many new flows I'm inventing
Flow's so dirty I swear it needs cleansin'
I've been established from long time
Your application still says pending
Yo, something like Jendor
Fris, I'm a big money sound investor
Got a couple skengman friends in my ends
From West Green, Appleby, Tiverton and Ida
Big bars lick off your head like cider
Which little fassy said I ain't got lyrics? (Lyrics)
I got bars (bars), they got gimmicks
So, why should I care about this wasteman rhymer?
24-7, I'm an all day grinder
Light up a ****, no match, no lighter
I'll send a man so high in the sky
That you won't come down, and your friends won't find ya
Actually, man can't chat to me
Do a better tune than Skengman Mode and get back to me
Actually, Frisco's a bachelor rhymer
I be the best ting since the weed grinder
When I get started, I won't stop
I cleaned up with a broom and a mop
Now, I've got IBS on my intestines
Feeling like it's tied in a knot
Fam, it must be all the champagne
I'm a dan like Mark Anzaine
Heavyweight champion
So you know I had to get Frank Warren on my album campaign
Written by: David Bennett


