Watch the King Move

Intro

Yeah, ayy, uh-huh, listen

(ha) Watch the crown, watch the crown

Verse

You front like you heavy but your pockets full of paper ghosts, ayy

Talking like a boss but you rent the suit and lease the post, ayy

Claim you run the city — I got maps that say you lost, skrrt

I shine different, you just glare, cheap polish, quick gloss, skrrt

Your punchlines wobble like a table with one leg gone, uh

I swing metaphors, you swing cheap shots in a spray-on thong, ayy

You flex followers, I flex receipts, invoices and checks

You flex a borrowed chain — I break records and necks, check

I build muscle on verses, you build clout on fake text

Your catalog's a thrift store — dusty tags, next to rejects

They clap for the mirage, I clap back, make the mirage trip

I'm running races you spectate — slow blink, I eclipse

You post a throne, but the throne's a folding chair in a thrift bin

I got original blueprints; you tracing lines with a cheap pen

Fake thunder, cheap lightning, man — your storm can't strike twice

I'm hurricane syllables, I rearrange the night, yeah

You whisper rumors (rumors), I rewrite the headlines (headlines)

You RSVP to every event I own, but never sign lines

Chorus

Fall back, watch the king move — fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back

Name drop, watch me checkmate — name drop, name drop, name drop, name drop

All talk, no tape — all talk, all talk, all talk, all talk

Step up, get stepped on — step up, step up, step up, step up

Verse

You got a highlight reel but no sequel (no sequel), that's the truth, ayy

I got a lifetime contract with the booth and the proof, uh

You call it confidence; I call it rental ego with a late fee

I got unpaid dues turned into paydays — baby, save me? nah, please

Your bars are on layaway, mine cash out in full — no finance

I craft lines like lockpicks, you copy keys from a glance, glance

Talk big on tracks but shrink when the stage lights find ya

I roast cheap bravado — call it instant karma, fryer-style, sizzlin', yah

You beg for clout like it's dessert, I baked the whole cake

You nibble at crumbs while I serve slices people take

I spit truth on repeat until your fake crowd starts to thin

I harvest real respect while you hustle for a gram of 'in'

I don't need to clap back, I architect a closing scene

You film slow-mo falls, I write the ending in between

Your best line is an echo — (echo) — mine carve subway tile

I walk through your parade with a file — file — style, pile, smile

So check your inventory: cheap smoke, no flame, no burn

I fold your paper kingdom, watch the paper money turn, uh

Bridge

Yeah, take a seat, this lesson's free (free), listen close (close)

I write the manual, you photocopy the dose (dose)

Talk loud, sell nothing — I'm the quiet sale that blows (blows)

You flop like pop-up ads, I own the window that shows (shows)

Chorus

Fall back, watch the king move — fall back, fall b