HOLLOW KING! HOLLOW KING! I don't give a fuck where you came from, who you came with, or who told you your name carried weight. Bring that shit over here and find out. RUN WITH US! RUN WITH US! RUN WITH US! Came out the gutter with mud on the sole, Cold motherfucker with fire in the soul. You can talk that shit but the talk gets cheap When the wolves come out and the streets don't sleep. I don't fraternize with rats or snakes, Everybody real 'til the whole room shakes. Everybody hard when the crew behind 'em, Catch 'em by themselves and you can't fuckin' find 'em. I'm that same old bastard, broke and mean, Black coat drag through a murder-scene dream. Don't confuse being quiet with scared, I just learned real gangsters don't need to declare. Fuck your clique. Fuck your set. Fuck whoever you brought. You can bring every motherfucker you know— still ain't buying respect. I came from the bottom where pride gets tested, Where a loud-mouth punk gets quickly corrected. Where the wrong little move gets your whole name stained And the ones talking toughest usually crack under pain. Hollow King run with us, run with us, run with us! Storm Riders behind us, ain't nobody above us! Hollow King run with us, run with us, run with us! If the whole world turns— THEN IT'S STILL FUCK 'EM! No love for a rat. No trust for a snake. No room for a coward putting on something fake. Say what you mean. Stand where you stand. Hollow Luv forever— THAT'S THE CODE OF THE CLAN! Little motherfucker from the dirt still standing, Never needed permission, never needed branding. Half these rappers got rented aggression, Sound real hard 'til you ask one question. Where were you at when the lights got cut? Where were you at when your luck dried up? Where were you at when your friends disappeared? That's when you learn who's real around here. I know hunger. I know broke. I know anger you swallow and choke. I know watching every promise decay, Then waking back up and still making a way. So don't preach toughness to me, motherfucker. I lived through enough to become one ugly motherfucker. Not ugly in looks— ugly down in the soul, That kind that keeps walking when everything's cold. Rail rats scatter when the pressure comes down, Same loud motherfuckers ain't making a sound. They were kings online, big dogs in the chat, Now somebody said "stand on it"— Where the fuck you at? WHERE YOU AT?! WHERE YOU AT?! I don't threaten. I don't bluff. I just tell motherfuckers when enough is enough. Cross that line then don't act confused When every bridge back to the Hollow gets removed. Night ride, windows down, city lights blur, Mind on business, don't give a fuck what you heard. Too many mouths puttin' dirt on a name, Then wanna shake hands like it's all just a game. Nah, fuck that. Keep the energy you had when you spoke. Keep that chest out. Keep telling that joke. Don't fold up now 'cause the King's in the room, You wanted attention— motherfucker, here's your tune. I don't chase enemies, that shit gets old. Most bury themselves when you give 'em enough rope. Let 'em lie. Let 'em brag. Let 'em show who they are. Eventually fake motherfuckers don't make it far. I'm thuggish enough to admit when I'm wrong, Gangster enough to stand there when shit goes wrong. Real enough to say what I mean to your face, And cold enough to walk when there's nothing to save. No fake peace. No fake hugs. No fake “brother” from no fake thug. No dick-riding cliques just to stay in the room, I’d rather walk alone straight into the gloom. Hollow King. Still mean. Still dirty. Still loud. Still that motherfucker they don't want in the crowd. You don't gotta like me. That ain't why I came. Just don't say Hollow King unless you're ready to stand on the name. Hollow King run with us, run with us, run with us! Storm Riders behind us, ain't nobody above us! Hollow King run with us, run with us, run with us! If the whole world turns— THEN IT'S STILL FUCK 'EM! No love for a rat. No trust for a snake. No room for a coward putting on something fake. Say what you mean. Stand where you stand. Hollow Luv forever— THAT'S THE CODE OF THE CLAN! Run with us... run with us... run with us... Hollow Luv. Hollow King. Storm Riders. Let Buzern roll.
