Intro
Yeah 
It's a lot of kings in this room, nigga 
In the room (Room)

Chorus
It's a lot of kings in the room 
I've been gettin' money, I don't care what they assume 
I've been going off like I don't got nothin' to lose 
We've been makin hits since like 1992 
I wasn't alive, but I still was making moves 
Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes 
She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon 
I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do 
You're fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you

Verse 1
Big body bands blowin' gas out the roof 
Nigga think it's sweet until I punched him in his tooth 
We're some real steppers, really goin' with the mood 
He thought he had the juice until he came up on the news 
No cap, I was born to drip 
I tell them niggas come and get me, I ain't runnin' from shit 
My broski keep a Glock .30 just to unload a clip 
He ain't shootin' shots to miss if he bustin' some rip 
Real hot boy like wait it, oh, I'm on my grind 
Bitch told me I'm a lunatic, I'm out my mind 
Got them diamonds Fiji in my mouth, you see me shine 
Niggas leechin', tryna stick to me like porcupine

Post-Chorus
You was loyal and then you turned fake (Fake)
I don't want none of your love, I'd rather stack cake (Cake)
I don't make of these songs with a straight face (Face)
Foreign stepper on my sneaker, that's a cool ape (Ape)

Chorus
It's a lot of kings in the room
I've been gettin' money, I don't care what they assume
I've been going off like I don't got nothin' to lose
We've been makin hits since like 1992
I wasn't alive, but I still was making moves
Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes
She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon
I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do
You're fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you

Verse 2
Diamond choker chain, could've fucked her in the pool
I dropped out of college to sell weed then hit the stu'
Mad because I made it and it didn't work for you
My bitch stay in Chanel, she don't wear no Jimmy Choo
We ran up them numbers, being us, fuck being cool
I ain't sell my soul, I stayed the same, I team the truth
What you know about getting that work, making it poof?
Bitch we smokin' gas, that's why there's puffings in the room

Chorus
It's a lot of kings in the room
I've been gettin' money, I don't care what they assume
I've been going off like I don't got nothin' to lose
We've been makin hits since like 1992
I wasn't alive, but I still was making moves
Ahead of my time, I am not these other dudes
She hopped inside my car and saw the stars, went to the moon
I am not amazed, baby, this is what I do
You're fucking with that lame, only put the blame on you

Outro
Only put the blame on you