In this intense and confrontational track, Kay Flock delivers a raw portrayal of street life and his unyielding stance against adversaries. The lyrics convey themes of loyalty, aggression, and dominance within his environment. Kay Flock emphasizes his readiness to act decisively in the face of disrespect or threats, highlighting a no-nonsense attitude towards conflict. He also asserts his self-sufficiency and authority, claiming the title of "king" in his domain. The repeated references to firearms, violence, and a lack of security underscore the perilous nature of his reality. This song serves as an unfiltered glimpse into the harsh dynamics of survival and power in urban settings.
PSA
Lyrics
Big DOA, nigga
Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Grrt, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah-grrah
Hey, grrah-grrah
Grrt, baow, baow
Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
Don't do Cîroc, only Act' in my cup (grrt, baow, baow)
Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough, like
He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (where you goin'? Grrt, baow, baow)
I'm a GBG baby, so, bitch, I'ma click 'til it's done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (dummies)
Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (it's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (don't run, bitch I do what I want)
Just copped out on a Carti'
Oh, she jackin' my baba in a heartbeat
I like my bitch gangster, I don't like 'em Barbie (bitch)
It get active like Ricky and Morty (like)
Tap your head (rah, rah)
Nigga Rah got clapped now he in the Marley (baow, baow)
Nigga dead
And I'm tough by myself, no, I don't need a army (grrah, grrah)
Big DOA, nigga
See the line so I'm packin' the bitch
Feel under pressure, I'm blastin' the shit
V210 how I'm whackin' the whip
He tried to up but I'm faster with it
It get nasty, now he coughin' up blood
Told you that I get active with it (grrt, baow, baow)
Fuck the diss, I'ma act the fuck up
Everything dead, I ain't dappin' 'em up (everybody shot)
Feel a way, you get clapped the fuck up
Don't do Cîroc, only Act' in my cup (grrt, baow, baow)
Try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that's tough, like
He ain't goin' nowhere, I'm shootin' wherever he run (where you goin'? Grrt, baow)
I'm a GBG baby, so, bitch, I'ma click 'til it's done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
And I love with the beam, if he run, I'ma turn him to Runtz (dummies)
Outside, no security, bitch, it's just me and my gun (it's just me and my gun, baow, baow)
I'm the king of New York and I'm still outside makin' 'em run (don't run, bitch, I do what I want)
Writer(s): Damian Marley, Ini Kamooze, Kevin Perez, Kevin Viera, Luis Angel Marte, Stephen Marley
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
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