Lyrics:

Put one in the air like the king's son
For the heir to the kingdom
That means I'ma be the king once the king done
If he don't wanna leave then I might have to guillotine him

I sing some but I rap a lot like the king's son
Microphone checker all across the board, you should king him
Diamond mine, my mind make princesses like king cum
Every second worth of thinking

Is enough to fill three rings like ring lungs
That's how I kept it on the air is like a re-run
And kept the kings comin' in obscene sums
You see for me it's life or death like a king thumb

Mean something
That's why I don't play when I relay like a team run
And treat every single day like a scene one
Outlook on life like I ain't never seen none

I keep my back to the past, tell it bye
(Bye)
Face to the future, tell it hi
(Hi)

Everything is super so is fly
(Fly)
Come and stick the fans up
Go on and get your hands up high
High, high, high

Post coast to coast, gotta dose of every lingo
The latest famous 80's, baby, like the dingo
Who evaded pushing daisies, dodge bullets like Remo
Remember like ginkgo when we used to play bingo

Used to be in awe with the pushas and the pimps, oh
Now I flip cars like the ribs on the Flintstones
Haters got mad and as sensitive as shinbones
Had a Goodyear and my intention is to blimp on

Even if I'm injured, I'm gonna limp into the end zone
From game one to the super like we're in dome
That mean I went to Disney world and you just went home
It's Lupe and I ain't from there

But they root for the away
Yeah, they stunt there, Beautifully I play
Gatorade the coach and tubas need to play now
Usually I stay, put 'em on the roof with more truth for me to say

I keep my back to the past, tell it bye
(Bye)
Face to the future, tell it hi
(Hi)

Everything is super so is fly
(Fly)
Come and stick the fans up
Go on and get your hands up high
High, high, high

The laboratory happy for me 'cause I'm back with my belongings
Ferrari 'bout as red as when Carrie was the prom queen
Think outside the box like Larry Merchant, Don King
The glacier in Jamaica or a penguin out in Palm Springs

Yeah, keep 'em in the air like a swan wing
And I'ma keep it magic as a Harry Potter wand swing
And my little shop with my Terry Cotter pot
You be talkin' 'bout your kush, you should come and hear my 'larm sing

So put them up like a robbery, a Derrick Rose lob to me
And which and see I alley-oop it properly
Football or volley-b, hock-el-y, or sock-el-y
You just get the rock to me

Try and put me down like Gaddafi over Lockerbie
I'll lock you in a locker-b, like Bruce Leroy, like Johnny in a locker see
Shock is the only thing that 2Pac is toppin' me
Hottest rockin' bottoms or kill 'em where your lava be

I keep my back to the past, tell it bye
(Bye)
Face to the future, tell it hi
(Hi)

Everything is super so is fly
(Fly)
Come and stick the fans up
Go on and get your hands up high
High, high, high