Artist: Troy Ave Album: Major Without a Deal Song: Young King Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Chorus] New young king, I don't need a crown and y'all helped Niggas ain't wanna pay me I pay myself The way I made it flip, they should call me Young Spatula I'm countin' money, draggin' first, call me Count Dracula [Verse One] I look and sound like my ten, I am not these bozo clowns If the shoe fits, then you hit, man down BSB that sound, you were searchin' for and found You could thank me and God for this blessin' Constantly feedin' the streets, these other niggas can't compete You on a major label, I'm independent have a seat Gettin' fucked all in your cheeks I'm gettin' ninety five percent off each You only gettin' fifteen, that's the difference I can match most of y'all with cars fucked half of you niggas main broads I spent three fifty cash on a condo, that's large Why you mad? It's not my fault You rather dick ride than to walk , on your own two feet like a man Most of these rappers all be rat They actors, they should just act But enough about them, let's talk about me let's talk in on facts I barely sold mad crack, I barely toked on gats Been a get-money nigga since scratch Uh oh, uh oh, oh oh, no, no, no, oh (Powder!) There's blood-suckers in my crown Fuck outta here, you think I don't know about you niggas? Smilin' in my face, I see the ho about you, nigga I'm a fun can of oil that you can't outslick It's a difference in showin' love and just ridin' my dick You bought the album, or you just know my radio hits? You see me stylin' and you just want to parlay in some flicks Man, you niggas be worse than these hoes and it's a shame My VIP section is closed to your fake chains and your fake watch Fake watch busters look what we got Another nigga tryin' to be who he not Big cars and jewels, that's dope boy swag You ain't street you a bitch nigga dressin' in drag And it's sad, so sad, how these junkies try to do you I put your ass somewhere, boy when nobody knew you Don't forget, I'm the dealer, you are the user But that's straight I'm a get back to my meal off this Hermes plate I'm almost at a mil, man, God is great, all the time And I earned every dollar These other niggas lookin' for dick to ride or swallow [Outro] And that ain't G shit, this is BSB shit Self made and self paid, get money 'til the grave [Chorus] New young king, I don't need a crown and y'all helped Niggas ain't wanna pay me I pay myself The way I made it flip, they should call me Young Spatula I'm countin' money, draggin' first, call me Count Dracula