Scene Kings, number one crew on sixteen bars,
Rollin over all
the rest like were in fifteen cars,
We can lyrically murder
yall in only fourteen lines,
And we can do it over and over,
like thirteen times,
When the lames step up, with spit twelve
bullets yall way,
Cause we pulled the trigger at theyre eleven
bullshit posts all day,
Tens, its all we see when we post
lyrics,
Nine lame niggas say how they dont wanna hear
it,
Britain can spit eight lines of true murder on a
fool,
And RoughRidas shit so hot, it makes seven ladies
drool,
Critical Beats leaves six niggas conditions
critical,
Because B Rizzle helped him grill five of them, like
political,
Four of the baddest mother fuckers tearing up the
Scene,
Cause we run the Scene, You other rappers number three,
with no green,
Cause number two is some fags who copied every
post,
And we are fucking number one, Scene Kings, repping from
coast to coast,
