Yung Pharaoh – "Dethrone (King Me)" Lyrics

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[Phenom/C-Mugga:]
Nocturnal, feel as if I ain’t slept in days
Nigga, need my blessings paid
All alone, but I don't worry when tha threats is gave
Waitin' for tha stress to fade
Shine a lil’ light, and I’ma probably turn tha rest to shade
A free man, nigga, sorta like a reckless slave
And I “think straight”, without a care if all tha rest is gay
Same bad habits, causin’ re-ocurring escapades
Lil' like a reckless rage, me and tha pain go our separate ways
Road to redemption? I think I need directions made
Teachin’ niggas lessons, they in 2nd grade
Now woe is me
Sick of spittin' all this poetry
Tha realest here, u kno it's me
But underground, tha lowest key
U say he hot, I stole his glee
Don’t gotta blow a tree
Cry me a river, and tell me if u can flow with me
Take a better look, and everybody gonna notice me
Or so to speak
Ya boy focused
Call me tha rap Moses
In a world rendered hopeless
Bitter thoughts, I cope with

I never fall off, I stay afloat
Give a wide berth to tha gay approach
Carry baggage, like a layered coat
Make these niggas stutter twice
‘Cause they ain’t sharp, they butter knife
"Go hard" like spray starch, it's tha trademark
Even in tha light, know I gotta keep tha shades dark
“You know I got soul”? Just call me a brave heart
Wanna kno can I receive tha storm in another form?
Can I get enough to keep my mother warm?
Got my head on straight, I ain’t nothin’ like tha Exorcist
Never said I was best at this, feelin’ like a pessimist

[Hook-Yung Pharaoh]

[Phenom/C-Mugga:]
All tha pain, I try to summarize
Hopin’ by tha summer I’d
Murder everything, be reminiscence to a samurai
Beginner’s luck? More like a rookies’ excellence
Endured ridicule, surrendered to tha downgrades
Nowadays, when I stroll, nobody utters a sound wave

With they minds polluted, they succumb to it
List of tha real, I thumb through it
For me, tha fakers is off-limits
I deal with tha boss vintage
Alert, & exhaust “winners”
Niggas retort weak, with indifference
Ignorance is bliss, but everybody wanna give in
Dethrone niggas, bring in all my kings’ men
Can u see me now? Nigga, better put ya lens in
My calling, finally found it
Got all tha critics astounded
Another black poet, I’m stubborn, I rap stoic
Tha game needs change, & I’m feelin’ like I owe it
Turn it all around, have me actin’ so heroic
A lotta rap niggas are retarded, ‘cause they really are tha “slowest”
Many niggas nag much, refer to them as Lois
Tha world is still a seed, time to water, plant, & grow it
Tha money outta reach, tryna get a grip
I gotta ball, its tha only way to catapult
They dethroned, we tha true heirs
What do you wear?
Niggas softer than Pooh Bear
Surrounded by sex, drugs, guns, and chaos
But will it pay off?

Will I ever live in comfort?
Or maybe end up bein’ done for?
Niggas dodgin’ 5-0, well, bravo
All tha producers, they aware of how to bid
So tell me we ain’t talented
Definin’ what a novice is
Phenom

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