I haven't showered nigga 

I'm smelling myself

I've never been the type 

to put up a stink

But

I'm tired of being stealth

No more flying under the radar

It's time to make noise 

Like the Liberty ding

And the only bling 

Is the crown on head

Even if you don't see it 

I am king

Only a select few

Up in the shy high

Will relate to my one two

The rest is in dust 

On that greyhound bus

This is my hour

Not sharing the time slot

With none of you cowards

Karma is a mother fucker

You will regret the day 

you turned your back on inkdot 

You doubted

No doubt about it

I never weaver 

Now you ask bout me

You didn't have your seatbelt fastened

Now you wishing 

I would travel back in time 

To come and get you

Knowing good and damn well 

They don't make a machine fast enough 

To come and catch me

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