I'm a hired assasin
Look at 'em all high'ed up and laughing
Oh, they can sense I'm here, help me re-imagine
I'm ten paces away, he in that royal chair reclined
I'm here to take over the empire state of mind
Ace of spades liquor, lemon pepper wings
Chronic lit up, candle flicker, dinner for the king
Concubines behind the strippers as I enter
I paint myself into the picture
Paint over the Maybach with a Fisker
The throne is for the taking, I whisper
Zip up or I'm leaving, ten Jesus pieces richer
The [bad word] down, a [bad word] over the crowd
I tell 'em [bad word] this town, there's no church in the wild
It's just the youth in me, what would you do if you was me?
To think they had diplomatic immunity [bad word] we started from the bottom, now we here
What's the problem?
Oh, the problem is you got nightmares of the bottom
Cups full of Ciroc, cuban cigar box
The Basquiat paintings start to watch
The room is half dark, the king summons the royal guards
But they turn on him and decide to pass the torch
I looked at his crown and noticed the [bad word] was off, it was false
There was an ''F' on it and the ''F'' stood for fraud
He drops his fork as the mandate from heaven falls
His record shady, he governed by martial law
Your dynasty is no more, you assasinated what made it pure
You're now face to face with the state of the art
As the band plays the last [bad word]  the choir have sung
His final words: ''live fast, die young'' - done
As we overthrow the king and we dump him in the back
When the cops approach be like ''Yo, it's deeper than rap''
And in the midst of the upheaval
I shapeshift back into the voice of the people
You gotta be brave if you wanna change the game
They confuse hate with love [bad word] it, I hate it, I love it
You gotta be brave if you wanna change the game
They confuse hate with love [bad word] it, I hate it, I love it, I'm insane [bad word]  it feels good to be a gangster
All these rap-rap-rappers are in danger