Lyrics

Yo, it’s King Con, the ruler of the mic,
The rap game’s throne—yeah, I’m sitting here tight.
Crown on my head, bars sharp like a blade,
While the rest stay stuck, I’m defining the grade.

Step in the booth, man, it’s fire on sight,
Every verse I spit turns the dark to the light.
No ghostwriters, this is all from the soul,
Every beat I touch turns platinum or gold.

Others try to flex, but they ain’t got the flow,
Their rhymes run shallow, while mine overflow.
I’m the king of kings, man, the best you’ll ever see,
When I step on stage, they bow down to me.

Ayo, it’s King Con, let ‘em all take a knee,
No one in the game does it better than me.
Lyrics so divine, yeah, they’re blessings, not luck,
Try to climb my level, but they’re all getting stuck.

From the block to the boardrooms, respect on my name,
Every rhyme I spit, legendary in the game.
Competitors tremble, they know what it is,
I’m the G.O.A.T. with the pen, handling biz.

While they chase trends, I’m ahead by a mile,
My wordplay’s Picasso, my flow is so wild.
Every bar’s a masterpiece, painted with skill,
They can copy my style, but they’ll never have the will.

They want beef? I’ll turn it to filet,
Cook ‘em on the track, let my verses filet.
I’m a titan in the game, unmatched in my zone,
Connor’s the king, man, bow to the throne!

Ayo, it’s King Con, let ‘em all take a knee,
No one in the game does it better than me.
Lyrics so divine, yeah, they’re blessings, not luck,
Try to climb my level, but they’re all getting stuck.

It’s not just rap, man, this a dynasty,
The future of the game’s in the palm of me.
Legends live forever, and I’m living proof,
Built my empire brick by brick in this booth.

So remember the name when the crowd chants loud,
Connor’s the king, yeah, the one they’ve all crowned.
From the start to the end, I’ve been destined to win,
The story of King Con—let the legacy begin.