King Moe

For The Ones Who Stayed is a raw and heartfelt project from King Moe, dedicated to the people who stood solid when everything else was uncertain. In an era where loyalty is rare and attention spans are short, this EP speaks directly to the ones who never switched sides. Blending street wisdom, reflection, and King Moe’s signature southern storytelling, the project captures moments of pressure, perseverance, and quiet victories. Each track feels like a conversation between struggle and survival — the kind only understood by those who were there from the beginning. This isn’t just music for casual listeners. It’s a salute to the day ones, the silent supporters, the family, and the friends who stayed down through every phase of the journey. For The Ones Who Stayed is more than an EP — it’s gratitude in rhythm, loyalty in lyrics, and proof that the real ones always get remembered.

For The Ones Who Stayed is a raw and heartfelt project from King Moe, dedicated to the people who stood solid when everything else was uncertain. In an era where loyalty is rare and attention spans are short, this EP speaks directly to the ones who never switched sides. Blending street wisdom, reflection, and King Moe’s signature southern storytelling, the project captures moments of pressure, perseverance, and quiet victories. Each track feels like a conversation between struggle and survival — the kind only understood by those who were there from the beginning. This isn’t just music for casual listeners. It’s a salute to the day ones, the silent supporters, the family, and the friends who stayed down through every phase of the journey. For The Ones Who Stayed is more than an EP — it’s gratitude in rhythm, loyalty in lyrics, and proof that the real ones always get remembered.

For The Ones Who Stayed is a raw and heartfelt project from King Moe, dedicated to the people who stood solid when everything else was uncertain. In an era where loyalty is rare and attention spans are short, this EP speaks directly to the ones who never switched sides. Blending street wisdom, reflection, and King Moe’s signature southern storytelling, the project captures moments of pressure, perseverance, and quiet victories. Each track feels like a conversation between struggle and survival — the kind only understood by those who were there from the beginning. This isn’t just music for casual listeners. It’s a salute to the day ones, the silent supporters, the family, and the friends who stayed down through every phase of the journey. For The Ones Who Stayed is more than an EP — it’s gratitude in rhythm, loyalty in lyrics, and proof that the real ones always get remembered.

For The Ones Who Stayed is a raw and heartfelt project from King Moe, dedicated to the people who stood solid when everything else was uncertain. In an era where loyalty is rare and attention spans are short, this EP speaks directly to the ones who never switched sides. Blending street wisdom, reflection, and King Moe’s signature southern storytelling, the project captures moments of pressure, perseverance, and quiet victories. Each track feels like a conversation between struggle and survival — the kind only understood by those who were there from the beginning. This isn’t just music for casual listeners. It’s a salute to the day ones, the silent supporters, the family, and the friends who stayed down through every phase of the journey. For The Ones Who Stayed is more than an EP — it’s gratitude in rhythm, loyalty in lyrics, and proof that the real ones always get remembered.

For The Ones Who Stayed is a raw and heartfelt project from King Moe, dedicated to the people who stood solid when everything else was uncertain. In an era where loyalty is rare and attention spans are short, this EP speaks directly to the ones who never switched sides. Blending street wisdom, reflection, and King Moe’s signature southern storytelling, the project captures moments of pressure, perseverance, and quiet victories. Each track feels like a conversation between struggle and survival — the kind only understood by those who were there from the beginning. This isn’t just music for casual listeners. It’s a salute to the day ones, the silent supporters, the family, and the friends who stayed down through every phase of the journey. For The Ones Who Stayed is more than an EP — it’s gratitude in rhythm, loyalty in lyrics, and proof that the real ones always get remembered.

For The Ones Who Stayed is a raw and heartfelt project from King Moe, dedicated to the people who stood solid when everything else was uncertain. In an era where loyalty is rare and attention spans are short, this EP speaks directly to the ones who never switched sides. Blending street wisdom, reflection, and King Moe’s signature southern storytelling, the project captures moments of pressure, perseverance, and quiet victories. Each track feels like a conversation between struggle and survival — the kind only understood by those who were there from the beginning. This isn’t just music for casual listeners. It’s a salute to the day ones, the silent supporters, the family, and the friends who stayed down through every phase of the journey. For The Ones Who Stayed is more than an EP — it’s gratitude in rhythm, loyalty in lyrics, and proof that the real ones always get remembered.

Leverage by King Moe

Who Dat Say (feat. Shyst Vader) by King Moe

Zucchini by King Moe

Da Won by King Moe

If You Say So by King Moe

I Yah Yah by King Moe

Flood Da Bezel by King Moe

Forgive The Hustle by King Moe

XLR8D by King Moe

MY EGO by King Moe

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

748 West Oak St. is more than a location — it’s where King Moe was forged. This debut album is a gritty, soul-baring soundtrack to survival, ambition, and transformation. Every verse peels back a layer of Moe’s journey, starting from a house where dreams felt distant but the hunger was real. This is the story of a young king who came from concrete and chaos, learning to turn losses into lessons, pain into poetry, and silence into sound. The beats knock with raw emotion, while Moe’s voice cuts through like someone who’s lived every bar he spits. For King Moe, 748 West Oak St. isn’t just where it started — it’s the foundation he built his kingdom on. This album is for anyone who’s ever had to make something out of nothing. For anyone who’s still chasing, still fighting, still believing.

King Moe - Mr. Impossible

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

"Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.

LYRICS: [Intro] (Aye you know one thing about it I’m one of them niggas That actually live what they rapping nigga Yea Believe that straight action nigga Yea) [Verse 1] Grind for a honest reason Ride when it’s mobbing season Nightmares of monsters taking my breath Wake up to Lamas breathing I told God I’m ready to go Even though my momma need me I told Mata they gon’ take my soul She told me I’m not leaving Roll down the highway speeding They say I’m driving reckless Pray for me cause I usher the trap And these are my confessions Push the Chevy like a Red Bull I’m a fly pedestrian Cookies heavy Got a trunk full as if I’m a Elephant Ed, Edd, and Eddy Break a jaw when I get pissed That boy know he owe me money Soon we cross him off the list I feel like Jonny 2x4 The way I’m walking with that stick Been a champion ya dig it I ain’t talking about a fit uh [Chorus] Doing what can’t be done Fought for that title Who said it can’t be won If you owe me Better act like you know me I ran it up And treat these stacks like a trophy I’m the champion Champion I’m a champion Champion I’m the champion Champion I’m a champion Champion [Verse 2] One hundred rounds stuffed in this forty I’ll never let a nigga extort me Wouldn’t give no fuck if they support me Long as this microphone record me I squeeze that blick I fuck around and let it rain on you You should’ve had your umbrella Now it’s pain on you Moe you got paranoia Just don’t let the past destroy you I need a bitch that look like Yung Miami When I get back to Florida Audrey Mae watch over my body Cause these streets will eat you Matinee my life is a movie You should see the sequel Trying to hold on You ain’t got to tell me get a grip I fall I’m landing in these chips Tell Karma I don’t believe in shit Throwed off diving off the pier I mean I’m rocking all this drip I’m like Mike Tyson to their ears [Chorus] Doing what can’t be done Fought for that title Who said it can’t be won If you owe me Better act like you know me I ran it up And treat these stacks like a trophy I’m the champion Champion I’m a champion Champion I’m the champion Champion I’m a champion Champion [Outro] One hundred rounds stuffed in this forty I’ll never let a nigga extort me Wouldn’t give no fuck if they support me Long as this microphone record me

Lyrics: Enormous, bigger than I ever been Counting up more skrilla than I ever did If we into it, I won't bring it to you next of kin I'm coming through your front door like you let me in Won't let them take me, they can't check us cause it's chess we playing For the record, I pick freckles with this F&N Why you popping all them percs, you know they pressing them I fought with that devil too, but I'm suppressing him These new niggas got the game twisted, painting poison The agenda that they pushing is going to taint your aura Guard your heart, ears, and eyes, sometimes you can't avoid it That's when strength, guard the wise, now you can say I warned you I was eleven, writing bars, dreams of making fortunes Ayy, Bills, how I'm supposed to make this chorus That's my big uncle, yeah, he hustled out of vacant fortress Since they all with that gangsta shit, I'm with that gangsta shit Pants sagging, head napping with a handkerchief Found my Uncle Glizzy and taught myself how to aim that bitch Ain't know how to fade, but I'm a barber if it came to it When Uncle Batman had them Caprices, I dreamed of lanes to switch A boy in a daze, all I ever really wanted was a Porsche and a stage Where I'm from niggas use a fork to get paid No restaurant service when that raw hit the blade Ooh, why that fiend cough with a shake And why he cry for alcohol when I offer a plate You was at your mama's eating crawfish and steak I was watching shootouts, it was war for estates You can keep the distance if the love really fake Me, I love this glizzy and fit snug on my waist Hear my phone ringing, that's the plug on the way If they ever catch me slipping OJ gloves for the case Cause I already know that shit be love until it ain't If a man show his hand, that's when you judge by what he play Thumbing through this dirty money, that's a tub in the bank With this oil, I'll make a mill cause they say Russ did the same Allah make me ENORMOUS I'm talking, make me big enough, they'll build a statue of my face And this blood tied to poverty, are chains that I will break Let my family see the sunshine, Lord, what will it take Enormous, bigger than I ever been Counting up more skrilla than I ever did If we into it, I won't bring it to your next of kin I'm coming through your front door like you let me in Won't let them take me, they can't check us cause it's chess we playing For the record, I pick freckles with this F&N Why you popping all them percs, you know they pressing them I fought with that devil too, but I'm suppressing him

Lyrics: Perky's and Xanny's, the way I got bars Blood on that pavement, we was banging, dodging cop cars They sent that boy soul to the sky They made a opp a star All these emotions I deposit, I'm trying to not withdraw Astaghfirullah, father forgive them For they know not who they crossed Make a rapper week-end, told my shooter take two days off Waterboy, just like I'm Bobby They should've left Boucher alone Trapping out the deep end You want a fix, I'm who they call God is my rod, I don't need no protection This thug life way too embedded, call me Moekaveli You ushered me into the game, but this is Moe confession To pull up in that foreign thing, I really had to ghost Alexus That's why I tell them I never eat a hoe spaghetti And keep it in the holster, heavy Gustin asking what's the status Why he gotta post from heaven? Rappers have an undercover smoke I keep it copacetic You supposed to celebrate my growth But they won't throw confetti Told them, I'm going to make it It won't take too long Promise when I do That you are going to sing my song Devil want me in his grip, but I rock angel palms Keep some fire on my hip, they are going to ring alarms Hope to keep you close no matter where I'm are When I look into the mirror, there's a shining star Even when I'm tired, I shine like armor all Metal glitter off my neck, they see me from afar Metal glitter off my neck, you got to feel a way Bank account, a couple figures on my year to date Yeah, I believe in God I heard a killer pray like oh father But he is going to spin a benz and spin again As if it's no Karma What constitutes a robber Only answer they had no cash Only paper that I used to see was in my notepad Ramen noodle dinners, I remember, I can't go back Was busy loving Mika, but she cheated With her hoe ass Boss up and get that bread, don't be a table bum Lint in his pocket, watch him profit when them flavors come No matter how hard that you love Don't put your faith in nothing Better focus on that bag, you got to make you something I love women for their soul Don't matter how they look Cause she is going to bring me back a bowl when it's my time to cook Really got it off the road, ain't I a highway crook A blind man said, I'm going to glow I told him, I say look Told them, I'm going to make it It won't take too long Promise when I do That you are going to sing my song Devil want me in his grip, but I rock angel palms Keep some fire on my hip, they are going to ring alarms Hope to keep you close no matter where I'm are When I look into the mirror, there's a shining star Even when I'm tired, I shine like armor all Metal glitter off my neck, they see me from afar I say look

Lyrics: I just stepped in with two Chinese women Ying and Yang, ha ha, ayy Trap jumping like a CVS or Walgreens Drive the Lexus with the bubble eyes she froggy Cut her off and now she sodium that's salty Shawty bugging what it take to get her off me Cause I'm flexing, stepping, full court pressure Pocket full of salad, you can tell by how I'm dressing I'm a blessing but reckless Full court pressure Pocket full of salad, got to watch how you address me, ayy Addicted to this drip, it's an expensive habit Mixing Gucci with Amiri, ain't no simple fashion Told that hoe I love her, I was really flagging Package land, you pop the bubble when you rip the plastic Haitian lady say I'm gifted when I hit its magic Rip the bonnet off her tracks, I'm such a wizard at it I got one leg on her back, she yellin get it daddy Then dip set while the camera on ain't I so diplomatic Started in them project buildings, turn a crib to palace North Carolina how I'm living, full of sticks and ratchets Trap nigga hid them Grammys in the kitchen cabinet Metal ice cubes round my neck Look like a blizzard happened Trap jumping like a CVS or Walgreens Drive the Lexus with the bubble eyes she froggy Cut her off and now she sodium that's salty Shawty bugging what it take to get her off me Cause I'm flexing, stepping, full court pressure Pocket full of salad, you can tell by how I'm dressing I'm a blessing but reckless Full court pressure Pocket full of salad, got to watch how you address me, ayy Told little mama take this addy, hurry up and down it She fine as fuck but she on coke, she trying to climb a mountain Hoe stop pulling on my coat, don't rip the lining out it I should cop a ranch right now, drip like a thousand islands Had a dream that I was rich, woke up my money piling Ask me what made me a dog, them days of stomach's growling If you got habits with no hustle, you can't come around me Hard to dodge all of these cameras, my life's cinematic You got a problem, we can handle it, you can send it at me Keep my fingers deep in Nina, we so trigger happy Smashed that hoe just one time, now she can't quit the bragging Left wrist hang out the window while the system blasting Trap jumping like a CVS or Walgreens Drive the Lexus with the bubble eyes she froggy Cut her off and now she sodium that's salty Shawty bugging what it take to get her off me Cause I'm flexing, stepping, full court pressure Pocket full of salad, you can tell by how I'm dressing I'm a blessing but reckless Full court pressure Pocket full of salad, got to watch how you address me, ayy Go get the money, man Go get the money, man Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I say look

Lyrics: She done fell in love with this pimping I can turn a model into a mistress Damn, they used to treat me like a misfit Leave your shoes by the door I ain't trippin I hit a homer with the dope like a Simpson Damn, now tell me, would you risk it She been sipping on Moscato she is going to risk it No matter how the dice roll got to risk it I can't hit her with no condom, that's too risky She on that liquor and marijuana, kitty frisky She want to do it in the car, it's a quickie I be riding fishbowl, I don't tint it Nah, look like I hit it with the Fettinini Fucking up the game, fucking up the Fettuccine Say who getting to the money shit I bet it be me Feel like my people were plotting that's why I'm steady scheming Bet God looking down at me like damn that nigga beaming I know a nigga with two strikes, but he is going to triple beam it I'm like Yeezus when he stepped foot up in the arena Mask on and got the baddest bitch in the choir singing I done traveled from North Carolina to the left side of Phoenix That's took a trip before I took a risk before I know they judge me your honor, but I'll never sit before em They never risk it I'm on some big shit She done fell in love with this pimping I can turn a model into a mistress Damn, they used to treat me like a misfit Leave your shoes by the door I ain't trippin I hit a homer with the dope like a Simpson Damn, now tell me, would you risk it She been sipping on Moscato she is going to risk it No matter how the dice roll got to risk it Used to reach down in my pocket lint was thick, thick Naughty kid so I never had a wish list But I got the baddest bitch from the trenches When I hit I shake her box like a hit stick Stack it up for thirty days that's a crazy month And stuff them white faces in boxes look like the Brady Bunch My cousin on that bag he smoked rock, since about eighty something Damn, how that nigga still breathing, he got stainless lungs Aye won't nothing to do with my hood, but we made it fun Playing curveball in the circle until the neighbors come Glass broke, shattered on streets like NBA or something We was living life on the edge yeah razor one Now tell me would you risk that I was in junior high with a piff bag And the teacher them could really smell it in class If they find out that it's me they'll call dispatch She done fell in love with this pimping I can turn a model into a mistress Damn, they used to treat me like a misfit Leave your shoes by the door I ain't trippin I hit a homer with the dope like a Simpson Damn, now tell me, would you risk it She been sipping on Moscato she is going to risk it No matter how the dice roll got to risk it Now tell me, would you risk that I was in junior high with a piff bag And the teacher them could really smell it in class If they find out that it's me they'll call dispatch

Lyrics: Go on and shake it like a salt shaker She got me breathin' like I'm Darth Vader When we leave the club she get the real business Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it She throw it back and don't be playin' with it She throw it back and don't be playin' with it She throw it back and don't be playin' with it Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it Girl get your fine ass over here like why you teasin' me Shawty know she pressure so you can not get it easily I don't do no simpin' I'm a boss, but I might trick to treat She a freak-a-leek, got me breakin' her back like B&E Got her twerkin' on my Glock, I know she feel that White on rice, Shawty say she on me real bad Slow down, baby, why you keep on throwin' pills back I'm going take her to the crib and we are going to film that Ooh Ooh, that bitch got some head with her One, two, I put my third leg in her Ain't worried about your baby daddy, hoe, I'm bred different I can't say what I want to say because the feds listen Eating good treat a hater like table cloth I just spilled a whole eight of raw Got gang members that'll knock a whole label off Fuck around and disable y'all If you burn bridges, better have you a way across Either way I'm going to break the vault Chef boyar King I'm the one who create the sauce And she want to taste it all Go on and shake it like a salt shaker She got me breathin' like I'm Darth Vader When we leave the club she get the real business Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it She throw it back and don't be playin' with it She throw it back and don't be playin' with it She throw it back and don't be playin' with it Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it Hold up, slow down, baby, what you sayin' I just took a pill, she took the other half of Xan Got a cup of Third Ward, I just poured a avalanche Shawty on my tab and she took a tab again On that North Carolina water, came through drippin', splashin' in Buddah tell me in that order, he just came through with them bands Booty vixen, she from Florida, I know she just want the bag But tonight we speedin' off like no limit on the dash Down that hoe super thick, can fit a skillet on her ass She super soakin' with the grip, but she do it with no hands Round one to round six she knocked me out, I need rematch I'm addicted to the bitch talkin' bout, I need rehab Go on and shake it like a salt shaker She got me breathin' like I'm Darth Vader When we leave the club she get the real business Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it She throw it back and don't be playin' with it She throw it back and don't be playin' with it She throw it back and don't be playin' with it Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it

Lyrics: Ayy, gang, say, we crashin' out All my niggas made it out, but we crashin' out She pop a perc up in her mouth, she gon' take it down I can't think, I need some drink I might just pour the fucking Quagen up Why these niggas actin' like they don't know me Y'all already know what's up And we on yall ass can't get a pass Cause all my niggas finna crash We got the Glock and we do magic Catch yo' ass up in that traffic Why all these people cap sayin like they got some racks These people broke Try to slide on me I'm gonna leave you dead You and your hoe We gon' spark a couple times, put that boy right on the news And every time we try to slide, these niggas cap that's just for views Why they watch my every move trying to see just what I do Because they know that I'm jeti smooth and they know that I'm just the truth And I get up in that mode, yeah, I get up in that groove Fuck it, I got a bag now They like, when I talk about the money, that's that bag sound All these niggas talkin' like they with it, gon' be assed out You better not crash now All my niggas made it out, but we crashing out She pop a perc up in her mouth, she gon' take it down Try to play me bout my money now I'm flashin' out You talkin' bout the bank, well, bitch, you know I'm cashin' out Slidin' in that Trakhawk, bet he go, he act hard Sippin' on that Wockhardt, might shoot up a opp car That bitch, she make me nut hard Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm watchin' die hard I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, yes, I'm a rockstar She tell me go harder she lovin' this car I'm givin' yo' bitch some real back problems She suckin' my dick while I'm gettin' her higher I'm shootin' at this nigga done popped his tire She set me up like, damn, where's my lighter He caught me up, damn, he thought I was a fighter I shot him up, damn, that nigga think he in the Bible He play with me, then I'ma send him right to the light huh I'ma crash out for my brothers, no wrong and no right, yeah Yeah, I'ma crash out for my brothers Yeah, I'ma crash out for my brothers All my niggas made it out, but we crashin' out She pop a perc up in her mouth, she gon' take it down Try to play me bout my money now, I'm flashin' out You talkin' bout the bank, well, bitch, you know I'm cashin' out I live it, they rap it, this gas smell like rat piss Cocaine on my corner like fed phones, I'm tapped in Sativa, I told her to bring me that back end Finesse her, we salsa, we slow grind, we tap dance All I wanted was to be the dog, make a million and that's it Until I hopped off the porch and watched the semi-auto fire spit rapid Ayy, junior high started crashing out I was hittin' licks before them classes I was 15, smokin' black and milds With a sawed off wrapped in plastic That's when C.K. used to walk em down I was right there when it happened Boy, you better get some life insurance, you gon' be out here crashing Boy, you better get some motherfuckin' life insurance You gonna talk about crashing out, dumbass nigga You ain't even got no life insurance

I'd like to welcome you to the King Moe show Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah When I drive in the rain I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah When I drive in the rain I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean Like a fish on a hook, I got my life on the line Label tell me, sign my social, I politely decline A hundred thousand views on YouTube, they wiping the down That Rondo on me in the booth while I'm reciting these rhymes I was sipping prescription in L.A Then I ran on some paper like mail day Being married to the game like hell date Country nigga had to get this shit the bale way Carolina raised Just like the Horses and Hogs and field of tobacco The struggle was hard, it left me scarred But now I'm just peeling the scab up The teacher, she used to pick on me in class Said that my shoes were mishandled Worked to the scale, I'm excelling in math Now look at these Gucci's Mrs. Campbell You know the first will soon to be last Now is it up to me to scramble Keep this on the cool, a emcee with moves Now watch what I do with this hammer Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah When I drive in the rain I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah When I drive in the rain I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean Used to be a nobody, now I got a fan base Still selling three for tens, they like McDonald's pancakes My hands ache, catching carpel tunnel on this road to riches Blue and red up in my cup, I'm mixing up the Oprah winfrey Keep it gutter that's color purple I had to decode description Yoga flame, that's in every bar, but somehow the flow is frigid Thinking that I came too far to let them expose a blemish Rich or poor, I go too hard, how I weather both conditions Hit that lick when I was fourteen, I ain't need no co-defendant They say honor ain't amongst thieves so I live by the code of grimlins Mama said, boy, you're too smart, don't you got honor roll credentials They say honor ain't amongst thieves cause streets done stole my niggas The teacher, she used to pick on me in class Said that my gear was mishandled Word to the scale I'm excelling in math Now look at Amiri Mrs. Campbell Got it cracking like eggs made them break fast That mean it's up to me to scramble Keep fire on the hip, I was selling them nicks Now watch what I do with this cannon Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah When I drive in the rain I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah When I drive in the rain I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean

Lyrics: Gold medals I'm drinking out my trophies Gold medals I'm drinking out my trophies I say look, King Moe It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Why all these labels be calling my line How many pages you want me to sign They say I'm the greatest and call me a god Ugly with it so I charge them a fine It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Shawty bad but I fall for her mind This is how you make a goddess a bride Good gracious how she walk with them thighs You want to see it it's going to cost you a fine Say look, got to know the world yours And it's mine, mine Alkaline dripping out of my pores No swine, swine Allah told me to speak the truth And shit on haters that's a fecal move In that brand new Lexus, with the heater, cool Just to get out a bind, bind Oh, you well-connected like Wi-Fi Well, I'm well-connected like power lines That mean I'm the reason light got to shine In the ring hit the beat with a powerbomb How you liking them apples, the sour kind Moving mountains I clear every tower climbed Pay attention cause you got a god inside So Sierra treat me like a diamond mine Pockets looking like a bank Came up from the bottom Now a youngin classified as top rank Yea salute me Labels keep calling again But I'm knowing they are going to run off in the end You can hate but it costs for the sin I'm a boss make the office a Benz It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Why all these labels be calling my line How many pages you want me to sign They say I'm the greatest and call me a god Ugly with it so I charge them a fine It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Shawty bad but I fall for her mind This is how you make a goddess a bride Good gracious how she walk with them thighs You want to see it it's going to cost you a fine Money and power Where I'm from they turn farmer Sell onions of powder Now abundance is ours If you ain't trying to win You get crumbled, devoured Ten hundreds of hours What you gotta put in, you can tell I did it Laughing at you, you a sell-out gimmick Lord have mercy it's well I'm wishing You can tell I'm different Cause I'm going to speak the truth on the Tell-lie-vision Think they scared of my pigment Connected to the root of the scale I'm tipping Even the blind got to feel what I say Cause they hear all the braille that I'm spittin' Wearing all green in this bubble eyed Lex Make it look like a leprechaun in it Pockets looking like a bank My shorty walking with her nose up Got her walking around like something tank I say look, shorty callin' me the goat I must be a clumsy ass rapper Cause I keep fallin' in her throat Babe, you the hardest what she spoke It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Why all these labels be calling my line How many pages you want me to sign They say I'm the greatest and call me a god Ugly with it so I charge them a fine It's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine She say it's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Shawty bad but I fall for her mind This is how you make a goddess a bride Good gracious how she walk with them thighs You wanna see it it's going to cost you a fine It's mine It's mine It's mine I say look, King Moe