text: I got a bone to pick
  I dont want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers
  Sittin in my throne again
  Ayy, ayy, nigga, whats happenin?
  K-Dot back in the hood, nigga!
  Im mad , but I aint stressin
  True friends, one question
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin?
  Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin
  King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
  Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin?
  Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin
  King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
  When you got the yams—
  The yam is the power that be
  You can smell it when Im walkin down the street
  I can dig rappin, but a rapper with a ghostwriter?
  What the fuck happened? 
  I swore I wouldnt tell, but most of yall sharing bars
  Like you got the bottom bunk in a two-man cell 
  Somethings in the water 
  And if I gotta brown-nose for some gold
  Then Id rather be a bum than a motherfuckin baller 
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin?
  Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin
  King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
  King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin?
  Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin
  King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
  When you got the yams—
  The yam brought it out of Richard Pryor
  Manipulated Bill Clinton with desires
  Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five days times two
  I was contemplatin gettin off stage
  Just to go back to the hood, see my enemy, and say… 
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin?
  Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin
  King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
  Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin?
  Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin
  King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
  You goat-mouth mammyfucker
  I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves
  Everybodys suicidal, they aint even need my help
  This shit is elementary, Ill probably go to jail
  If I shoot at your identity and bounce to the left
  Stuck a flag in my city, everybodys screamin, Compton!
  I should probably run for mayor when Im done, to be honest
  And I put that on my momma and my baby boo too
  Twenty million walkin out the court buildin, woo-woo!
  Aw, yeah, fuck the judge
  I made it past twenty-five, and there I was
  A little nappy-headed nigga with the world behind him
  Life aint shit but a fat vagina
  Screamin, Annie, are you okay? Annie, are you okay?
  Limo tinted with the gold plates
  Straight from the bottom, this the belly of the beast
  From a peasant to a prince to a motherfuckin king 
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin—Gunshot
  By the time you hear the next pop
  The funk shall be within you—Gunshot
  Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin
  King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
  King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
  Bitch, where you when I was walkin?
  Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin
  King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
  Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk
  We want the funk
  We want the funk
  Now if I give you the funk, you gon take it?
  We want the funk
  Now if I give you the funk, you gon take it?
  We want the funk
  Now if I give you the funk, you gon take it?
  We want the funk
  Do you want the funk?
  We want the funk
  Do you want the funk?
  We want the funk
  Now if I give you the funk, you gon take it?
  We want the funk
  I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence1.9K