Toast to the Kings

We on now baby 227 Hutch, Habbie, SNS holla at your boy Blockworks By the time niggas realize what happened It'll already be too late By then niggas'll be long gone you hear me? Mafia, what else? Let's get it Let's get it Soul of a God, heart of a slave Blood of a king king of the D fell asleep Had a drug dealer's dream Dreamed that I one day made it out Shit I done seen Make it hard to sleep at night While I’m spiking this cream Palming this piece so tight Hope everything go right My country boy said he need more pints Niggas know me from Detroit I Live that speed boat life Plugged in with the source Should receive 4 mics Casino dice, Motor City cee-low nice Drop a Sweet Sixteen I’mma need four Sprites Lean on ice, we don’t swipe Screaming fuck the police (Fuck 'em) Never let 'em read your rights Penthouse elevator, 33 more flights (We up) To the top a nigga made It 'member sterling toes basement Use to have a leaky ceiling Couldn’t see no lights It's fire you see, I am the light (Uh, huh) ConCreatures (Let's get it) Black excellence, hand on the Bible Said I wouldn’t make it Drive on full throttle Toast to the kings, I wear my crown cocky (King James) just like that 40 we on top But we’ll still pop it (Baahh) Y’all complain but y’all don’t live this life (Uh, uh) black label keep my glass on ice (Free my bully boys) Y’all complain but y’all don’t live this life (Uh, uh) black label keep my glass on ice (RIP my ConCreatures) It's street life behind the music Behind the scenes behind the mic Behind the jewels and the diamond rings Behind the ice, the highfalutin Behind the bling whole crew shining Never wanna out shine the team I drop jewels Got signed by my guy from Queens Got sued for my whole advance Never got booed I love my fans from Japan to the Bayou Try who? Not with this Daewoo under my HighYou I keep fire, street-fighter like Rayou Speaking through the wire While you preaching to the choir I’m the king of the rock The fiends call me sire Twenty keys in the spot Hundred g's in the dryer Off of Fenkel and Meyers rocking Designer and it's by PEW My money wreak of Dolce Gabana My Rollie sky-blue If I ruled the world what would I do? Buy Alyssa Milano an ass fat as Erykah Badu's Black excellence, hand on the Bible Said I wouldn’t make it Drive on full throttle Toast to the kings, I wear my crown cocky Just like that 40 we on top But we’ll still pop it (Baahh) Y’all complain but y’all don’t live this life Black label keep my glass on ice (Bully boys) Y’all complain but y’all don’t live this life (yeah) black label keep my glass on ice (ConCreatures) You say you wasn’t with me then (Uh) Forget you when I make it (Uh, huh) I wear my crown cocked 'cause Ain't nobody finna take it (Nope) Hell yea I got drive like A car without brakes (Uh, huh) Everybody trying to eat whole Squad got a plate You see everything change when A nigga blow up Well pop will have you leaning I ain't even poured up Hell yea I walk around with My hand on both nuts You say that you don’t like it? Bitch I feel like "So what?" I’m a king nigga (Let's get it) Royalty pump through my veins So we bleed different Blew a 40 piece on my chain To see my piece shimmer (Chain) Navy-blue "D" fitted trues with The 3 stitches (Yup) Put away the Pelle it's about To be a mink winter (Cold) I keep Kimber even though I Got a heated temper (Bo) Katrina always seem to make A nigga reconsider (Caine) Money a murder for hire For that illegal tender (Yup) My hustle determines what my family Gonna eat for dinner (Let's get it) Black excellence, hand on the Bible Said I wouldn’t make it Drive on full throttle Toast to the kings, I wear my crown cocky Just like that 40 we on top But we’ll still pop it Y’all complain but y’all don’t live this life Black label keep my glass on ice Y’all complain but y’all don’t live this life Black label keep my glass on ice (ConCreatures)