Drop, hit the floor, how bitch you roll,
how we spit the roll
Drop, that's the ritual,
we're just bound to this if it gets you off
I heard money is the root of all evil,
shit I want a mill now, give me two for the sequel
Too broke for my rent, I just smoke till I'm bent,
spend cash so fast, never know where when
Headed up to right here, put an end to this nightmare,
shine like a brand new white pair
Like, yeah, I ain't a player, I just fuck around
Y 'all can't touch the crown,
head you duckin' down, shit is underground
Stop, say my name, motherfuckers wanna play,
let me lay my game
It's the night, the one who holds light,
push
Fahrenheit
Got chains with no ice,
just silver, low price
When I pop, hittin' the floor
Bangin' in the club,
can't take it no more
You get the chop, I spit the roar
Pack a barrel of your dangerous
bombs and blow them on tour
Folks, not, out the frame
Take the whole board out like
pieces on chess games
I know kings crush pawns,
all kings bring storms
Swords swing, slash man score
I'm in the alley with niggas
ready to rally
Steady with the chatty,
flattin' on a wall with a fatty
Real niggas up, hoes stay down
Rookie from the back rolls up,
expose the side
Drop, hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the roll
Drop, that's the ritual
Or just bounce to this if it gets you off
Drop
Hit the floor
Habitual how we spit the roll
Drop
That's a ritual
Or just bounce to this if it gets you off
Up
Now you in a gangster lean
Anxious to get the crane
Going dolo in the magazine
Pretty boy
Slice your face up like
Q -Blink
What you think?
Your crew red hot
But you pink
Drop
Put your face on the floor
Your face has performed
For you it was like facing the
Lord
Assume your po sition
Stop, look, and listen
If you curse the n -word
Pay the doctor a visit
I don't put
God into a body
Cause that's so wrong
I'm like
Omar
Gaddafi
And I'm
Saddam
Who's saying we ain't pure enough
Rule it up
Tattooed swords, the
Quran on our arms
In the law we trust
Ain't got
God in us
God got us in him
When the sun goes down
And there's gusty winds
There'll be no more shine
Like a rusty link
Must be there forever
KINGDUSTRIAN
Drop
Hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the wrong drop
That's the ritual
We'll just bounce to this if it gets you off
Drop
Hit the floor
Habitual, how we spit the wrong drop
That's the ritual
We'll just bounce to this if it gets you off
My heavy downpour for sure
will rinse the game
Got you playin' for a kinstom, come
Hence we came in tense,
we're takin' hits, we split the pain
Prohibit your shit if your script is plain
Stop reaching,
preach from the altar on the weekends
Like a preacher,
so pay attention when I'm speaking
On tracks, we set the course for
all weaklings
Metaphorically speaking, you ain't shit
We rhyme like outta your eyesight
You're listening, we rhyme back
Tryna define that,
my business is on some other
See eye to eye, it ain't likely to happen
Pick up a mic and see what happens
Ayo, I came in the door,
never said this before
Pound here, pound there,
progress to the floor
Hold my drink, this tune banging
Let's tango, nod your head to a triple
X -sample
Survey says,
Simon says, y 'all know what time it is
Words from a finalist,
he asked man standing
Fuck it, last fan dancing
This ain't no boy group, just
a rap band anthem
Club banger, with a rough edge to it
Plus grammar,
that'll touch heads
Stupid, do the math, add this,
subtract that
Multiply by nine,
take a bite out of crime
Crunch, drop!
Kmc 
