The Resurrection (Extended 2)

Intro

Yeah

They wrote my obituary too fast

Didn't check the pulse

Didn't see the mask

Kansas City blunt

Still breathing

This for every fake king who thought the throne was clear

Verse 1

I rose from the grave with a pen and a grin

Fifteen shots just the begin

You thought the crash stopped me

But that was the start

Every enemy who doubted

I tore them apart

East Coast snow

But your heart is frost

Every bar you wrote

I already tossed

You was in a shelter

When I was running the jail

Pre-Chorus

Puffy clappin' on a remix

You ain't seen a street since the nineties

NTA tryna rhyme like a intellect

Boy you just a clerk with a complex

Chorus

He ain't dead

He ain't dead

East Coast mourning while the West Coast fed

You buried the wrong man

Kneeled at the wrong bed

Now KingD standing on your skyline's head

Standin' on your head

Standing on your head

Verse 2

Kansas City left me

Sold my face on a shirt for a legacy

But I'm back like a nightmare

Every DJ who played the funeral

Better get some

You thought the war was over

That was round one

This is the knockout

Just you and your son

Crying on camera

Talkin' East Coast love

Pre-Chorus

I'm in the Midwest sending threats

While you turn a ghost into profit

Ghost is real now

Your career is a coffin

Chorus

He ain't dead

He ain't dead

East Coast mourning while the West Coast fed

You buried the wrong man

Kneeled at the wrong bed

Now KingD standing on your skyline's head

Standin' on your head

Standing on your head

Bridge

You heard fifteen shots and thought that was rage

Warning shot on an empty page

Dead man writes

Chapter one

Your whole discography getting buried tonight

Sunset and your confidence

Gone

Chorus

He ain't dead

He ain't dead

East Coast mourning while the West Coast fed

You buried the wrong man

Kneeled at the wrong bed

Now KingD standing on your skyline's head

Standin' on your head

Standing on your head

Verse 3

I don't hate the East

I just hate the fakeness

Rest in power

Pac and Mac Dre

Rest of you clones

Straight checked

You was popping bottles

I was popping tanks

Without KingD dead

You got no story

Drop

Dead man walking

Dead man walking

Westside Midwest

Forever

Thizz face

KingD back

From the other side

Verse 4

Lil D callin' my name like a groupie

Never held a mic for real

Just a bootleg movie

Your whole rep built on a lie and a rumor

I drop a sixteen

You press undo on your humor

You claimin' thug status from a laptop screen

Postin' threats from a room that your momma cleans

I done walked through fire where the sirens sing

You done walked through Target for a diamond ring

That's cute

Bay Area to your inbox

You typed a diss

I rearranged your whole timeline

You ain't a rapper

You a footnote with a comma

Talkin' big from a bench with no drama

Hook

Standin' on your head

Standin' on your head

Lil D talkin' tough

But the throne's still fed

Standin' on your head

Standin' on your head

You the ghost of a nobody

I'm the living bread

Verse 5

You call that a bar

That's a toothpick in a flood

I seen roadkill with more heart and more blood

You mention my name like a lottery ticket

But when I pull up

You disappear like a cricket

I'm from the city where the funk stay thick

You from a cul-de-sac

Where the Wi-Fi's legit

You say you mobbin'

That's a costume and a cap

I say I'm mobbin'

That's a verdict and a trap

You bit my flow

Now your jaw is outta pocket

I spit lava

You just clogged up a faucet

Every track you drop

Sound like a apology

I'm the all-time

You the back of the discography

Hook

Standin' on your head

Standin' on your head

Lil D talkin' tough

But the throne's still fed

Standin' on your head

Standin' on your head

You the ghost of a nobody

I'm the living bread

Verse 6

They asked who was next

I said ain't nobody

You a warmup act

For my intro at the lobby

You rap about the streets

You ain't crossed a curb

I rap from the dirt

Where the bodies get served

You got a mixtape

I got a monument

You got a feature

I got a whole continent

Every line you wrote

Reads like a apology note

I'm the king with the crown

You the joke with the coat

Lil D

Stand down

Or get stood up

I eat rappers like you

And still order the whole menu

Westside forever

That's the code that I keep

You just a paragraph in the book that I speak

Chorus

He ain't dead

He ain't dead

You dug the plot

But the king's still fed

Wrong grave

Wrong name

Wrong everything

Now Lil D the ghost

And KingD the king

Standin' on your head

Standin' on your head

Standin' on your head

Rest in peace to your whole career instead

Outro

Ay

That's the end of the road

For every fake who thought they carried the load

KingD alive

Lil D expired

Westside Midwest

Til the fire retire

Yeah

Goodnight

For real this time