King Taylor Intro

[Verse 1]
Let me fix my crown, let me dust my robe
Let me smoke my weed, let me fuck my hoes
Ay let me see palm trees, and let me chill on boats
Anything for my team, all for the shit I wrote
Tell me why you niggas hating like you work this hard
I used to want to hit the streets all day and work that hard
Now they say I turned star, because my verse so hard
Certain memories starting to fade because I've worked so far
Ain't have no money for no fight, nigga I drove my car
Felt like the only one that knew me in that church was god
But they talking ties and offering, look how broke I are
The next nigga calling me asking me for some dope getting robbed
Hey I remember banging College Dropout, ready to rap
Mr. West was like a blessing, I still remember them tracks
I still remember that spaceship, I was getting em high
Listening family business, coming up with ways to get by
No telling what I was doing back in 2005
Probably dreaming of meeting them niggas I see every night
We hit the club and got turned up like I been used to this life
Make sure each bottle got a sparkler, put that shit on ice
Nigga we live this life
Nigga we live this life