(Intro)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Look at me now—still don’t care how.

You talkin’, I’m walkin’ (ha), stay out my crowd.

(Chorus)

I’m the king in this wasteland, yeah, I own the scene.

Y’all fake like your gold chains, nothin’ real, just green.

Run your mouth, keep talkin’, don’t faze my team,

‘Cause the throne fits perfect, like it’s tailor-made clean.

(Verse 1)

F*** what you heard, yeah, I’m the blueprint.

Got your girl in my ear, and she fluent.

Pop bottles like it’s nothin’, money stupid.

All your moves? Little league. Me? Ruthless.

You bark loud, but it’s quiet in the follow-through.

I’m on jets; you still beggin’ for a dollar, dude.

I’m the vibe, I’m the light, I’m the molecule.

You a ghost—barely see ya in the rearview.

(Pre-Chorus)

Big checks, no stress, don’t flex for the ‘Gram.

Y’all mad, I’m blessed—can’t stand who I am.

Everything I touch, go gold, that’s the brand.

I’m the boss, no loss, won’t fit in your plans.

(Chorus)

I’m the king in this wasteland, yeah, I own the scene.

Y’all fake like your gold chains, nothin’ real, just green.

Run your mouth, keep talkin’, don’t faze my team,

‘Cause the throne fits perfect, like it’s tailor-made clean.

(Bridge)

Late nights, bad vibes—y’all just clowns.

Try to steal my shine, but it won’t come around.

Built this empire, brick by brick.

You can’t touch the crown—go and cry, lil’ b****.

(Outro)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, wasteland king.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I own this thing.

All bark, no bite—that’s all you bring.

Post up, cash out, leave ‘em wondering.