Kings

My nigga Keep grinding like this, my time will surely come I had a shot and I blew it, man, that was purely dumb Rappin' ain't fun once you hit forty, son I got a decade and change, so you got more to come I love my crew, one for all and we all for one Just gained a hundred pounds (I'm tryna live), little Pun Can't compare to that nigga, 'cause he was truly great I'm just tryna do me before it gets too late 'Cause Latins goin' Platinum was destined to come So I'm blessin' the drum with every last breath in my lung All these rappers talk about is vests and guns And rhymes be just about as fresh as a bum But along with this music shit comes the politics And I don't like to be fake, so I want no parts of it Every bar is sick, I put my whole heart in it But they still try to ignore me like I'm a nondescript On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas live like kings On the run eatin' or locked up in the bing Real niggas live like Kings, uh No love, no love, no love for 'em See me in the streets, know I got a slug for 'em Caught up in the cross fire from the thugs warrin' Two-time felons on the run from a drug warrant I went OT and I blew up quick Got more love out there than people I grew up with (Shit) What typa shit is that? We can go tit for tat But I realized success is the best way to get 'em back (Facts) Put the hood on my back, you'll never get it back (Coney Island) Once I get on, we good, like homie, it's a wrap Like, why do I wanna be in an industry That I can't stand? Let my feelings get the best of me? (Nah) I guess 'cause it was always my dream And I just wanna have fun and get rich with my team You won't find too many rappers nice like this, but You know how many nights I thought to slice my wrist? You know how many nights I was inches from dyin'? Runnin' 'round in them streets while mama home cryin' Took my life, did a complete one-eighty I'm as real as they come, so how the fuck could you hate me? On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas live like kings On the run eatin' or locked up in the bing Real niggas live like Kings, uh No love, no love, no love for 'em See me in the streets, know I got a slug for 'em Caught up in the cross fire from the thugs warrin' Two-time felons on the run from a drug warrant I don't party (Nah), that's how you get hit, nigga I rather stay home and write than politic with bitch niggas So I don't care what's happenin' now 'Cause to lead the orchestra, you turn your back to the crowd (So) I don't get drunk and I don't smoke loud On point to the top and never look down Got my eyes to the sky and feet on the ground Eventually they'll take notice or I'ma snatch that crown (Gimme) Honestly though, I was scared to stop gettin' high Thought I'd lose my creativity and bars would decline But the grind got bigger and the bars got iller Everything got better turned me into a Gorilla Beastin' and I don't need rap to feel I made it (Nope) Those that fake it can't comprehend, so they just hate it (Yup) I'm tryna be the greatest, shine bright without fadin' Stay focused 'cause the humble will never be humiliated On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas live like kings On the run eatin' or locked up in the bing Real niggas live like Kings, uh No love, no love, no love for 'em See me in the streets, know I got a slug for 'em Caught up in the cross fire from the thugs warrin' Two-time felons on the run from a drug warrant