King Alfred Plan (feat. Lil Yachty) [bonus]

Should there at any time become a clear and present danger

Initiated by the radical element threatening the operations of the government of the United States of America

Members of this radical element shall be transported to detention centers

Until such time as their threat has been eliminated

Code King Alfred

Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back (Back, back)

Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at? (Grrat, grrat)

Oh, they askin' for a favor, where the commas at?

Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy

We shall overcome (Ayy)

And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)

They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy)

The money make the band sound great, buh-buh-buh-buh

What's your rate? (What's your rate?)

I'd rather do the flight than wear a cape (Phew)

R.I.P. to STP the Great (R.I.P.)

SMG, we got it out the crate (SMG here)

Ring a bell and make a **** late

Like, what it do, Bob?

This a warzone, send 'em to the gulag

They was talkin' shit, now they talk to 2Pac

Now they J.F.K. with the roof off

Like we shall overcome (Ayy)

And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)

They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy)

The money make the band sound great, buh-buh-buh-buh

Ayy, she know I'm daddy, so she goin' to Baghdad

Like a militant, I make the lil' bitch calm down, I'm a Ritalin

Talk behind my back, but you actin' like you innocent

We no longer cool, why you actin' like we friends again?

When bass up, make a check hit

I buy commercial real estate, not a necklace

Someone throw a brick at my stepfather Lexus

11106, that's the address, bitch

Ayy, Bowie, Maryland, just to be exact

He stole my mama house, ain't no G in that

Countin' up my own money, now I'm free at last

Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy

We shall overcome (Ayy)

And if we don't, bitch, you better run (Ayy)

They comin' with the sticks and the drums (Ayy)

The money make the band sound—shh

Bring Obama back, tell 'em bring Obama back (Back, back)

Got the Uzi and a cannon, where the drama at? (Grrat, grrat)

Oh, they askin' for a favor, where the commas at?

Uno, dos, tres, ayy, cuatro, cinco, seis, ayy

Um, it's 1972, an election year

And, once again, Black people are running

For their lives