I'm the king.
 I floss rings  the new John Mickens
 Uhh  I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin
 from New York to Richmond  my shine is sickenin
 Ice drips  frost bits  or forfeit shit
 I got to rewrite this mackin' game  baby
 Layin' in the barber shop  knowin' haters is shady
 Maybe  they sex young chicks and whips
 but i got lesbo combos ridin' stick shifts
 for no chips  I'm seein' 4 to 8 lips
 let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick
 Mr. Smith, the rarest breed
 separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds
 miraculous
 lyrical swiftness
 practice this, stop bein' actresses
 on mattresses with your legs up in the air
 splash the crisp.. John Micks, a millionaire

 Anutha Day ... anutha Dolla

 My fortune 500 is fully funded
 Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
 I'm the glossiest and the costliest
 feel the force of this
 lyrical arsenist
 Hotter .. than a yacht with rottweillers
 chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper
 the crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas
 the show stopper if u playas don't flow proper
 I'm the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest
 wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest
 Chill, relax, you cats will fall
 10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall
 You stall, mix large, I see y'all
 Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches
 Supercalla - nevermind the alladocious
 Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this

 Anutha day ... anutha dolla

 I'm the MC that you strive to be
 competition is dead, cuz ain't none of y'all live as me
 Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby
 so save all the goodfella shit for Scorsece
 So iced up, they call me Mount Everest
 the many get honey ways draped over my headrest
 I run game from Fort Green to Maine
 I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein
 Hail to the King Cajone .. jing-a-ling
 I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring
 Gotta be above average to grow cabbage
 I wreack havoc, do damage
 don't have it
 uh huh .. techniques up to par
 yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras
 Chick soup too
 Hittin' me off in yo' car
 Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin' bourgeoise

 Anutha day .. anutha dolla

 Ahhh man ... it's hard bein' the King, baby
 but someone's gotta do it, haha