Alex Jordahl Young King Lyrics

I'm a young king, I'm a young king
I'm a young king, I'm a young king

Man, I swear to God they don't make me like me
Watch me do it, get test like Nike
AFC and they fit so nicely
Cup of stacks and they make a fist so silent
Rooftop views make them look so tiny
Me falling off down south so likely
Boy, everything gold on me, I'm a young king
Deodorant fresh, I don't sweat no things
And I'm coming with the heat, that LeBron for the ring
But I won't sell out just to make more green
So fuck you haters and fuck you labels
You'll be talking all night just tryna sell dreams
What? Man, I started doubt in my mama's crib
Talk about real, I'm as real as it gets
Made for this shit, man, I crown my fists
Shit, I ball like a saint, man, I'm all for this shit
Like'on the field getting played for these hits
I'm up, too many people had turned me down
Fuck all that, they should see me now
Too many people had turned me down
But fuck all that, they should see me now
You can find me on top in an all-gold crown like king
All gold on me, I'm a young king
All gold on me, I'm a young king
All gold on me, I'm a young king
People talk shit about all your dreams
But fuck all that, baby, do your thing
King
All gold on me, I'm a young king
All gold on me, I'm a young king
All gold on me, I'm a young king
People talk shit about all your dreams
But fuck all that, baby, do your thing
King