Lord of the Sad and Lonely

Lord of the sad and lonely, yeah

Won't you tell me who is the supreme leader

Still under you's like I'm not a human heater

Move or groove, make a bitch linger

Want more than the dick, gold on her ring finger

Not the one to play dumb, see I'm from Cleveland, bitch

Up on the hill, still pimpin', way triller than most

Wanna relax, someone tell me how it feels

I say that now until I go and pop this pill

I say out loud, who wanna let me cop a feel?

Now I pray out loud, but I don't know my God heals

Bounce with me if you don't give a fuck simply

Fed up, won't let up on the overtime

The more I work, the more they wanna sweat mine

I can feel those lames, they love to speak my name

Sometimes dream of breakin' **** whole faces

And fuck the precinct, ain't scared of catchin' cases

Sky might fall, but I ain't worried at all

Got me some Xannies and a couple Adderall

Plus these racks, I go distribute at the mall

With the spirit of God, with some Gandalf balls

Yeah, I'm lord of the sad and lonely

And the ones that feel like shit on the daily

Don't let these phony **** and hoes

Be the ones that bring you low

Let it be from the fatigue from makin' the pussy plead

All of the things I've seen and survived

Make a **** feel way more than just alive

You know my name, you know my face

All hail king wizard in your motherfucking space

You love it

Every day, ev-ev-every day

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, y'all

Lord of the sad and lonely

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, my dawg

To the lord of the sad and lonely

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, yep, y'all

To the lord of the sad and lonely

And the ones that feel like shit on the daily

I got you

Now I could show you how to make it, no Domingo Dean

In a way I wish the universe had never seen

I feel the tension when I'm struttin' in my Prada boots

Check with my fresh, if you want, I could style you

So unearthly, my profession is to wow you

****, how you not better than me?

Listen, I swear to G, I feel like Baby back in '99

In the SLS stuntin', and it's all mine

Shittin' on these ****, sippin' on some Swiss Kriss

I got some jewelry on it, sittin' on my slit wrists

My label fuckin' up my flow, see, I'm gettin' pissed

Work too damn hard, fam, for the shenanigans

Don't hang around bums, and that's how I win

Fe, fi, fo, fum, haters, how do my cum taste?

No more fun, no jokes, no smiles

Just a grin that suggests I'm the best

Livin' like I got the motherfucking pump on my left at all times

So many kids live they life through my rhymes

See, I'm in love with you all till the end

When shit was dark for me, you were my only friends on the realer

So smoke some tree for your ****

Ain't nobody got my bounce, nor my kushy ounce

Walk in rooms and fuck boys close they mouth

The Cud' life, you know what we 'bout

Lord of the sad and lonely