[Chorus] I run the game like Shaka Zulu (Zulu) Whole block bow when I come through (come through) War paint on when I slide, that's voodoo King of the dirt, made a crown out of loose screws I run the game like Shaka Zulu (Zulu) Bad lil thing roll my juju (uh) Drums in the trunk, that's a war tune Cross that line, get smoked by the whole crew (yeah) [Verse 1] Whip smell loud, that's incense Profit in a shoebox, dense Old head taught me, "Son, use sense" Turn a front porch talk to a kingdom Camo on, but the ice still gleamin Scale on the counter, faith in a demon Phone in the drawer, talk face-to-face If he blink too much, he ain't safe in the place I was thirteen baggin in a paper plate kitchen Uncle in the back with a pipe and a vision Said, "You can be food or the one doin dishes" I chose throne over low-wage wishes (yeah) [Chorus] I run the game like Shaka Zulu (Zulu) Whole block bow when I come through (come through) War paint on when I slide, that's voodoo King of the dirt, made a crown out of loose screws I run the game like Shaka Zulu (Zulu) Bad lil thing roll my juju (uh) Drums in the trunk, that's a war tune Cross that line, get smoked by the whole crew (yeah) [Verse 2] Dots on the map like tribal marks Each one hit was a grind in the dark Street turned blue when the squad rolled up But the stash too slick, they ain’t findin the tuck I done lost three cousins to the pipe and pride Seen moms pawn rings just to keep lights So I talk like a chief, but my heart got scars Every little pill paid for these cars Out-of-town plates, but the route stay local Eyes on the rearview, mind stay global Walk in a trap like a war council If the vibe feel off, then the whole plan canceled (hold up) [Chorus] I run the game like Shaka Zulu (Zulu) Whole block bow when I come through (come through) War paint on when I slide, that's voodoo King of the dirt, made a crown out of loose screws I run the game like Shaka Zulu (Zulu) Bad lil thing roll my juju (uh) Drums in the trunk, that's a war tune Cross that line, get smoked by the whole crew (Zulu)

rap, Menacing Southern trap beat with heavy 808s and eerie bell plucks; male vocals, half-raspy, sit upfront with tight ad-libs tucked wide. Verses stay bouncing in the pocket, space between phrases for the snare to crack. Hook hits with layered chant-style doubles and low-octave backing, energy rising each chorus with extra risers and sub drops., hip hop

Zulu Throne