King Mode

Low cap. Low cap. Low cap. Low cap, low cap, low. Low cap. Gold to my eyes. Gold to my eyes. Guard at the door knows I don’t wait in lines, nah. Slide in, no halo, just hunger. One, one look, whole section in thunder. Uh, yeah. Black ring on my finger like a Barcode. Every step heavy, I’m in king mode. Low two flash in the dark, it’s a street Sign. Big talks, small walk, you can’t cross mine. Backroom table, cards all in cold. Ha, I don’t fold. I go king mode. King mode. Head high, eyes low. Every door I walk through Turns into my throne. King mode. Hands up, crowd froze. You can keep the crown, boy, I already own The zone. King mode, king mode, King mode. Footprint on the velvet carpet. Two shots and the deal just started. Club bars but I move like a ghost, code. Name never spoke, it’s still in king mode. Chain too live when we talk low. Whole floor shaking when I say go. You pray for a seat at the table I Load. I built the table, that’s king code. King mode. Head high, eyes low. Every door I walk through Turns into my throne. King mode. Hands up, crowd froze. You can keep the crown, boy, I already own The zone. King mode, king mode, Mode. Who signed the light bill? Who runs the backdoor? Who writes the last word On every chalkboard? It’s me in the shadow cutting My toe. If you play by the rules, I Wrote the mode. King mode. Head high, eyes low. Every door walk through Turns into my throne. King mode. Hands up, crowd froze. You can the crown, boy, I already own the Zone. King mode, King Mode, King mode.