DrillKage lyrics

Look, I be the king of my Village, what
Said that the ceiling's the limit, woah
Said I can't make it, now look at my status
I'm top of my class, no assistance, oh
Ay, I'm feeling like I'mma Kage
I do what I want, no thinking I'll stop, I'm with all the smoke like all day
Just watch how I flaunt, ay, came a long way from them old days
I do what I want, no thinking I'll stop, I'm feeling like I'm the Hokage
Look, I feel like a Kage
Call my competition, all lame
Never thought I'd see the day
My role models turned cornball, fall off pace
Like damn, now boy top plays
'Cause I come out the Gates with the dropped weights
All my heroes all fell off way
It's a cold world, but I come with Madara flame
To my opps - suck my di*k
Want 'em all dead, b*tch, suck my di*k
All of them deaf, can't feel my chinks
We in the club with some buckets and sticks
Nine Tail, Red Cloak [?]
And if we points up, defence too thick
Yellow Flash at my opps
Eliminate them with a knuckle and fist, damn
Kage, Kage
No-tailed beast, Kisame
Shadow Clone, you know that's my gang
With the drip feel like Hokage
Like Lee when you see dropped weights
Killer B, now you getting Sasuke'd
Shadow Clone, you know that's my gang
With the drip feel like Hokage
Woah, I feel like Hokage
If they out of line, hit the handsign - how I be summoning my gang
They know that I'm him, "He is that guy", you plan on getting in my way
They just send a time, come meet me outside, you know why my title Hokage, light
Don't mess with my clique
Know the kunai, that'd be my blick
Suicide, you know my aim never miss
I shoot aside, that's a genocide with a flick
Of my wrist, it's a homicide, and they want a b*tch
On your top five, top three, or your top ten
Getting smoked by the yellow boy, MC kill
With a hunger for the throne so I throw down the chains
I'm the king of my city, of my Village, I'm lit
Brooklyn represent, that's the Village I'm in
If we talking real sh*t of this anime tip
This all a metaphor how I'm running this b*tch
King Kong - how I'm pounding my chest with my fists
See my c*nt throw a link down on her wrist
My soul can be tight 'cause your face ain't slick
Man so real, I'd rather suck my own di*k