King Moe

King Moe

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  • What You've Done (feat. Baby Jitt)
    "Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.
    3 min
  • Street Dreams
    "Rich Rapper" is an album by King Moe released on February 27, 2025. This album features collaborations with notable artists such as AAG Roc and Baby Jitt, while maintaining King Moe's independent vision and style. The album includes tracks like "Champion," "Long Ride," "Wut Up Doe," "Run Up Some Millions," and "Hard Headed". The album will showcase King Moe's versatility and commitment to his roots, as seen in his previous performances and music releases. His ability to collaborate with established artists while staying true to his independent spirit is a testament to his unique approach to music.
    3 min
  • Champion
    LYRICS:
    [Intro]
    (Aye you know one thing about it
    I’m one of them niggas
    That actually live what they rapping nigga
    Yea
    Believe that straight action nigga
    Yea)
    [Verse 1]
    Grind for a honest reason
    Ride when it’s mobbing season
    Nightmares of monsters taking my breath
    Wake up to Lamas breathing
    I told God I’m ready to go
    Even though my momma need me
    I told Mata they gon’ take my soul
    She told me I’m not leaving
    Roll down the highway speeding
    They say I’m driving reckless
    Pray for me cause I usher the trap
    And these are my confessions
    Push the Chevy like a Red Bull
    I’m a fly pedestrian
    Cookies heavy
    Got a trunk full as if I’m a Elephant
    Ed, Edd, and Eddy
    Break a jaw when I get pissed
    That boy know he owe me money
    Soon we cross him off the list
    I feel like Jonny 2x4
    The way I’m walking with that stick
    Been a champion ya dig it
    I ain’t talking about a fit uh
    [Chorus]
    Doing what can’t be done
    Fought for that title
    Who said it can’t be won
    If you owe me
    Better act like you know me
    I ran it up
    And treat these stacks like a trophy
    I’m the champion
    Champion I’m a champion
    Champion I’m the champion
    Champion I’m a champion
    Champion
    [Verse 2]
    One hundred rounds stuffed in this forty
    I’ll never let a nigga extort me
    Wouldn’t give no fuck if they support me
    Long as this microphone record me
    I squeeze that blick
    I fuck around and let it rain on you
    You should’ve had your umbrella
    Now it’s pain on you
    Moe you got paranoia
    Just don’t let the past destroy you
    I need a bitch that look like Yung Miami
    When I get back to Florida
    Audrey Mae watch over my body
    Cause these streets will eat you
    Matinee my life is a movie
    You should see the sequel
    Trying to hold on
    You ain’t got to tell me get a grip
    I fall I’m landing in these chips
    Tell Karma I don’t believe in shit
    Throwed off diving off the pier
    I mean I’m rocking all this drip
    I’m like Mike Tyson to their ears
    [Chorus]
    Doing what can’t be done
    Fought for that title
    Who said it can’t be won
    If you owe me
    Better act like you know me
    I ran it up
    And treat these stacks like a trophy
    I’m the champion
    Champion I’m a champion
    Champion I’m the champion
    Champion I’m a champion
    Champion
    [Outro]
    One hundred rounds stuffed in this forty
    I’ll never let a nigga extort me
    Wouldn’t give no fuck if they support me
    Long as this microphone record me
    3 min
  • ENORMOUS
    Lyrics:
    Enormous, bigger than I ever been
    Counting up more skrilla than I ever did
    If we into it, I won't bring it to you next of kin
    I'm coming through your front door like you let me in
    Won't let them take me, they can't check us cause it's chess we playing
    For the record, I pick freckles with this F&N
    Why you popping all them percs, you know they pressing them
    I fought with that devil too, but I'm suppressing him
    These new niggas got the game twisted, painting poison
    The agenda that they pushing is going to taint your aura
    Guard your heart, ears, and eyes, sometimes you can't avoid it
    That's when strength, guard the wise, now you can say I warned you
    I was eleven, writing bars, dreams of making fortunes
    Ayy, Bills, how I'm supposed to make this chorus
    That's my big uncle, yeah, he hustled out of vacant fortress
    Since they all with that gangsta shit, I'm with that gangsta shit
    Pants sagging, head napping with a handkerchief
    Found my Uncle Glizzy and taught myself how to aim that bitch
    Ain't know how to fade, but I'm a barber if it came to it
    When Uncle Batman had them Caprices, I dreamed of lanes to switch
    A boy in a daze, all I ever really wanted was a Porsche and a stage
    Where I'm from niggas use a fork to get paid
    No restaurant service when that raw hit the blade
    Ooh, why that fiend cough with a shake
    And why he cry for alcohol when I offer a plate
    You was at your mama's eating crawfish and steak
    I was watching shootouts, it was war for estates
    You can keep the distance if the love really fake
    Me, I love this glizzy and fit snug on my waist
    Hear my phone ringing, that's the plug on the way
    If they ever catch me slipping OJ gloves for the case
    Cause I already know that shit be love until it ain't
    If a man show his hand, that's when you judge by what he play
    Thumbing through this dirty money, that's a tub in the bank
    With this oil, I'll make a mill cause they say Russ did the same
    Allah make me ENORMOUS
    I'm talking, make me big enough, they'll build a statue of my face
    And this blood tied to poverty, are chains that I will break
    Let my family see the sunshine, Lord, what will it take
    Enormous, bigger than I ever been
    Counting up more skrilla than I ever did
    If we into it, I won't bring it to your next of kin
    I'm coming through your front door like you let me in
    Won't let them take me, they can't check us cause it's chess we playing
    For the record, I pick freckles with this F&N
    Why you popping all them percs, you know they pressing them
    I fought with that devil too, but I'm suppressing him
    3 min
  • From A Far
    Lyrics:
    Perky's and Xanny's, the way I got bars
    Blood on that pavement, we was banging, dodging cop cars
    They sent that boy soul to the sky
    They made a opp a star
    All these emotions I deposit, I'm trying to not withdraw
    Astaghfirullah, father forgive them
    For they know not who they crossed
    Make a rapper week-end, told my shooter take two days off
    Waterboy, just like I'm Bobby
    They should've left Boucher alone
    Trapping out the deep end
    You want a fix, I'm who they call
    God is my rod, I don't need no protection
    This thug life way too embedded, call me Moekaveli
    You ushered me into the game, but this is Moe confession
    To pull up in that foreign thing, I really had to ghost Alexus
    That's why I tell them I never eat a hoe spaghetti
    And keep it in the holster, heavy
    Gustin asking what's the status
    Why he gotta post from heaven?
    Rappers have an undercover smoke
    I keep it copacetic
    You supposed to celebrate my growth
    But they won't throw confetti
    Told them, I'm going to make it
    It won't take too long
    Promise when I do
    That you are going to sing my song
    Devil want me in his grip, but I rock angel palms
    Keep some fire on my hip, they are going to ring alarms
    Hope to keep you close no matter where I'm are
    When I look into the mirror, there's a shining star
    Even when I'm tired, I shine like armor all
    Metal glitter off my neck, they see me from afar
    Metal glitter off my neck, you got to feel a way
    Bank account, a couple figures on my year to date
    Yeah, I believe in God
    I heard a killer pray like oh father
    But he is going to spin a benz and spin again
    As if it's no Karma
    What constitutes a robber
    Only answer they had no cash
    Only paper that I used to see was in my notepad
    Ramen noodle dinners, I remember, I can't go back
    Was busy loving Mika, but she cheated
    With her hoe ass
    Boss up and get that bread, don't be a table bum
    Lint in his pocket, watch him profit when them flavors come
    No matter how hard that you love
    Don't put your faith in nothing
    Better focus on that bag, you got to make you something
    I love women for their soul
    Don't matter how they look
    Cause she is going to bring me back a bowl when it's my time to cook
    Really got it off the road, ain't I a highway crook
    A blind man said, I'm going to glow
    I told him, I say look
    Told them, I'm going to make it
    It won't take too long
    Promise when I do
    That you are going to sing my song
    Devil want me in his grip, but I rock angel palms
    Keep some fire on my hip, they are going to ring alarms
    Hope to keep you close no matter where I'm are
    When I look into the mirror, there's a shining star
    Even when I'm tired, I shine like armor all
    Metal glitter off my neck, they see me from afar
    I say look
    3 min
  • Full Court Pressure
    Lyrics:
    I just stepped in with two Chinese women
    Ying and Yang, ha ha, ayy
    Trap jumping like a CVS or Walgreens
    Drive the Lexus with the bubble eyes she froggy
    Cut her off and now she sodium that's salty
    Shawty bugging what it take to get her off me
    Cause I'm flexing, stepping, full court pressure
    Pocket full of salad, you can tell by how I'm dressing
    I'm a blessing but reckless Full court pressure
    Pocket full of salad, got to watch how you address me, ayy
    Addicted to this drip, it's an expensive habit
    Mixing Gucci with Amiri, ain't no simple fashion
    Told that hoe I love her, I was really flagging
    Package land, you pop the bubble when you rip the plastic
    Haitian lady say I'm gifted when I hit its magic
    Rip the bonnet off her tracks, I'm such a wizard at it
    I got one leg on her back, she yellin get it daddy
    Then dip set while the camera on ain't I so diplomatic
    Started in them project buildings, turn a crib to palace
    North Carolina how I'm living, full of sticks and ratchets
    Trap nigga hid them Grammys in the kitchen cabinet
    Metal ice cubes round my neck
    Look like a blizzard happened
    Trap jumping like a CVS or Walgreens
    Drive the Lexus with the bubble eyes she froggy
    Cut her off and now she sodium that's salty
    Shawty bugging what it take to get her off me
    Cause I'm flexing, stepping, full court pressure
    Pocket full of salad, you can tell by how I'm dressing
    I'm a blessing but reckless
    Full court pressure
    Pocket full of salad, got to watch how you address me, ayy
    Told little mama take this addy, hurry up and down it
    She fine as fuck but she on coke, she trying to climb a mountain
    Hoe stop pulling on my coat, don't rip the lining out it
    I should cop a ranch right now, drip like a thousand islands
    Had a dream that I was rich, woke up my money piling
    Ask me what made me a dog, them days of stomach's growling
    If you got habits with no hustle, you can't come around me
    Hard to dodge all of these cameras, my life's cinematic
    You got a problem, we can handle it, you can send it at me
    Keep my fingers deep in Nina, we so trigger happy
    Smashed that hoe just one time, now she can't quit the bragging
    Left wrist hang out the window while the system blasting
    Trap jumping like a CVS or Walgreens
    Drive the Lexus with the bubble eyes she froggy
    Cut her off and now she sodium that's salty
    Shawty bugging what it take to get her off me
    Cause I'm flexing, stepping, full court pressure
    Pocket full of salad, you can tell by how I'm dressing
    I'm a blessing but reckless
    Full court pressure
    Pocket full of salad, got to watch how you address me, ayy
    Go get the money, man
    Go get the money, man
    Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
    I say look
    3 min
  • Risk It
    Lyrics:
    She done fell in love with this pimping
    I can turn a model into a mistress
    Damn, they used to treat me like a misfit
    Leave your shoes by the door I ain't trippin
    I hit a homer with the dope like a Simpson
    Damn, now tell me, would you risk it
    She been sipping on Moscato she is going to risk it
    No matter how the dice roll got to risk it
    I can't hit her with no condom, that's too risky
    She on that liquor and marijuana, kitty frisky
    She want to do it in the car, it's a quickie
    I be riding fishbowl, I don't tint it
    Nah, look like I hit it with the Fettinini
    Fucking up the game, fucking up the Fettuccine
    Say who getting to the money shit I bet it be me
    Feel like my people were plotting that's why I'm steady scheming
    Bet God looking down at me like damn that nigga beaming
    I know a nigga with two strikes, but he is going to triple beam it
    I'm like Yeezus when he stepped foot up in the arena
    Mask on and got the baddest bitch in the choir singing
    I done traveled from North Carolina to the left side of Phoenix
    That's took a trip before I took a risk before
    I know they judge me your honor, but I'll never sit before em
    They never risk it I'm on some big shit
    She done fell in love with this pimping
    I can turn a model into a mistress
    Damn, they used to treat me like a misfit
    Leave your shoes by the door I ain't trippin
    I hit a homer with the dope like a Simpson
    Damn, now tell me, would you risk it
    She been sipping on Moscato she is going to risk it
    No matter how the dice roll got to risk it
    Used to reach down in my pocket lint was thick, thick
    Naughty kid so I never had a wish list
    But I got the baddest bitch from the trenches
    When I hit I shake her box like a hit stick
    Stack it up for thirty days that's a crazy month
    And stuff them white faces in boxes look like the Brady Bunch
    My cousin on that bag he smoked rock, since about eighty something
    Damn, how that nigga still breathing, he got stainless lungs
    Aye won't nothing to do with my hood, but we made it fun
    Playing curveball in the circle until the neighbors come
    Glass broke, shattered on streets like NBA or something
    We was living life on the edge yeah razor one
    Now tell me would you risk that
    I was in junior high with a piff bag
    And the teacher them could really smell it in class
    If they find out that it's me they'll call dispatch
    She done fell in love with this pimping
    I can turn a model into a mistress
    Damn, they used to treat me like a misfit
    Leave your shoes by the door I ain't trippin
    I hit a homer with the dope like a Simpson
    Damn, now tell me, would you risk it
    She been sipping on Moscato she is going to risk it
    No matter how the dice roll got to risk it
    Now tell me, would you risk that
    I was in junior high with a piff bag
    And the teacher them could really smell it in class
    If they find out that it's me they'll call dispatch
    3 min
  • Throw It Back
    Lyrics:
    Go on and shake it like a salt shaker
    She got me breathin' like I'm Darth Vader
    When we leave the club she get the real business
    Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it
    She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
    She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
    She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
    Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it
    Girl get your fine ass over here like why you teasin' me
    Shawty know she pressure so you can not get it easily
    I don't do no simpin' I'm a boss, but I might trick to treat
    She a freak-a-leek, got me breakin' her back like B&E
    Got her twerkin' on my Glock, I know she feel that
    White on rice, Shawty say she on me real bad
    Slow down, baby, why you keep on throwin' pills back
    I'm going take her to the crib and we are going to film that
    Ooh Ooh, that bitch got some head with her
    One, two, I put my third leg in her
    Ain't worried about your baby daddy, hoe, I'm bred different
    I can't say what I want to say because the feds listen
    Eating good treat a hater like table cloth
    I just spilled a whole eight of raw
    Got gang members that'll knock a whole label off
    Fuck around and disable y'all
    If you burn bridges, better have you a way across
    Either way I'm going to break the vault
    Chef boyar King I'm the one who create the sauce
    And she want to taste it all
    Go on and shake it like a salt shaker
    She got me breathin' like I'm Darth Vader
    When we leave the club she get the real business
    Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it
    She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
    She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
    She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
    Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it
    Hold up, slow down, baby, what you sayin'
    I just took a pill, she took the other half of Xan
    Got a cup of Third Ward, I just poured a avalanche
    Shawty on my tab and she took a tab again
    On that North Carolina water, came through drippin', splashin' in
    Buddah tell me in that order, he just came through with them bands
    Booty vixen, she from Florida, I know she just want the bag
    But tonight we speedin' off like no limit on the dash
    Down that hoe super thick, can fit a skillet on her ass
    She super soakin' with the grip, but she do it with no hands
    Round one to round six she knocked me out, I need rematch
    I'm addicted to the bitch talkin' bout, I need rehab
    Go on and shake it like a salt shaker
    She got me breathin' like I'm Darth Vader
    When we leave the club she get the real business
    Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it
    She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
    She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
    She throw it back and don't be playin' with it
    Layin' in it stayin' in it thumbin' through them bands with it
    3 min
  • Crashing Out (feat. YBeezy & Bezerk)
    Lyrics:
    Ayy, gang, say, we crashin' out
    All my niggas made it out, but we crashin' out
    She pop a perc up in her mouth, she gon' take it down
    I can't think, I need some drink
    I might just pour the fucking Quagen up
    Why these niggas actin' like they don't know me
    Y'all already know what's up
    And we on yall ass can't get a pass
    Cause all my niggas finna crash
    We got the Glock and we do magic
    Catch yo' ass up in that traffic
    Why all these people cap sayin like they got some racks
    These people broke
    Try to slide on me I'm gonna leave you dead
    You and your hoe
    We gon' spark a couple times, put that boy right on the news
    And every time we try to slide, these niggas cap that's just for views
    Why they watch my every move trying to see just what I do
    Because they know that I'm jeti smooth and they know that I'm just the truth
    And I get up in that mode, yeah, I get up in that groove
    Fuck it, I got a bag now
    They like, when I talk about the money, that's that bag sound
    All these niggas talkin' like they with it, gon' be assed out
    You better not crash now
    All my niggas made it out, but we crashing out
    She pop a perc up in her mouth, she gon' take it down
    Try to play me bout my money now I'm flashin' out
    You talkin' bout the bank, well, bitch, you know I'm cashin' out
    Slidin' in that Trakhawk, bet he go, he act hard
    Sippin' on that Wockhardt, might shoot up a opp car
    That bitch, she make me nut hard
    Fuckin' yo' bitch and I'm watchin' die hard
    I'm fuckin' yo' bitch, yes, I'm a rockstar
    She tell me go harder she lovin' this car
    I'm givin' yo' bitch some real back problems
    She suckin' my dick while I'm gettin' her higher
    I'm shootin' at this nigga done popped his tire
    She set me up like, damn, where's my lighter
    He caught me up, damn, he thought I was a fighter
    I shot him up, damn, that nigga think he in the Bible
    He play with me, then I'ma send him right to the light huh
    I'ma crash out for my brothers, no wrong and no right, yeah
    Yeah, I'ma crash out for my brothers
    Yeah, I'ma crash out for my brothers
    All my niggas made it out, but we crashin' out
    She pop a perc up in her mouth, she gon' take it down
    Try to play me bout my money now, I'm flashin' out
    You talkin' bout the bank, well, bitch, you know I'm cashin' out
    I live it, they rap it, this gas smell like rat piss
    Cocaine on my corner like fed phones, I'm tapped in
    Sativa, I told her to bring me that back end
    Finesse her, we salsa, we slow grind, we tap dance
    All I wanted was to be the dog, make a million and that's it
    Until I hopped off the porch and watched the semi-auto fire spit rapid
    Ayy, junior high started crashing out
    I was hittin' licks before them classes
    I was 15, smokin' black and milds
    With a sawed off wrapped in plastic
    That's when C.K. used to walk em down
    I was right there when it happened
    Boy, you better get some life insurance, you gon' be out here crashing
    Boy, you better get some motherfuckin' life insurance
    You gonna talk about crashing out, dumbass nigga
    You ain't even got no life insurance
    3 min
  • Bottle Emotions
    I'd like to welcome you to the King Moe show
    Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
    When I drive in the rain
    I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
    Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
    Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean
    Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
    When I drive in the rain
    I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
    Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
    Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean
    Like a fish on a hook, I got my life on the line
    Label tell me, sign my social, I politely decline
    A hundred thousand views on YouTube, they wiping the down
    That Rondo on me in the booth while I'm reciting these rhymes
    I was sipping prescription in L.A
    Then I ran on some paper like mail day
    Being married to the game like hell date
    Country nigga had to get this shit the bale way
    Carolina raised
    Just like the Horses and Hogs and field of tobacco
    The struggle was hard, it left me scarred
    But now I'm just peeling the scab up
    The teacher, she used to pick on me in class
    Said that my shoes were mishandled
    Worked to the scale, I'm excelling in math
    Now look at these Gucci's Mrs. Campbell
    You know the first will soon to be last
    Now is it up to me to scramble
    Keep this on the cool, a emcee with moves
    Now watch what I do with this hammer
    Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
    When I drive in the rain
    I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
    Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
    Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean
    Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
    When I drive in the rain
    I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
    Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
    Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean
    Used to be a nobody, now I got a fan base
    Still selling three for tens, they like McDonald's pancakes
    My hands ache, catching carpel tunnel on this road to riches
    Blue and red up in my cup, I'm mixing up the Oprah winfrey
    Keep it gutter that's color purple I had to decode description
    Yoga flame, that's in every bar, but somehow the flow is frigid
    Thinking that I came too far to let them expose a blemish
    Rich or poor, I go too hard, how I weather both conditions
    Hit that lick when I was fourteen, I ain't need no co-defendant
    They say honor ain't amongst thieves so I live by the code of grimlins
    Mama said, boy, you're too smart, don't you got honor roll credentials
    They say honor ain't amongst thieves cause streets done stole my niggas
    The teacher, she used to pick on me in class
    Said that my gear was mishandled
    Word to the scale I'm excelling in math
    Now look at Amiri Mrs. Campbell
    Got it cracking like eggs made them break fast
    That mean it's up to me to scramble
    Keep fire on the hip, I was selling them nicks
    Now watch what I do with this cannon
    Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
    When I drive in the rain
    I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
    Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
    Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean
    Surviving the pain while riding the wave they see I'm floating, yeah
    When I drive in the rain
    I don't know where I'm headed, but I know where I'm going, yeah
    Drip candy paint, I ain't sipping no drink but I bottle emotions
    Healing my pain, even though it run deep as the bottomless ocean
    4 min

About King Moe

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Terrence Lemont Faison (born April 22, 1993), known professionally as King Moe, is an American rapper, songwriter, and record producer from Goldsboro, North Carolina. King Moe started taking his career seriously while he was active duty in the US Army. He is affiliated with Active military and veteran musicians in a collective called Ninja Punch Music. NPM is ran by TMR aka The Marine Rapper. King Moe is mostly known for his appearance on DFD music’s album Hits The Collection. That song is called “Bands on the way”, which features legendary hip-hop recording artist/record producer Pastor Troy.