King

[Verse 1:Phil Ade]
Ahem... Yeah
Born as a prince, taken as a slave, returned as a king now a nigga got it made
And Ima make sure all my niggas get paid, Ima make sure all my niggas get paid
Been broke too long, fuck this old futon, old food coupons, where that Grey Poupon?
The coupes and Lou' Vuitton, boots by Louboutin, and groups of hoes willing to blow, it's tuba time
Am I wrong to want my things a little finer? Being lonely out in plazas eating, 'stead of at the diner?
Tweeting from all kind of locations
Downtown going in like a nigga violated probation
No patience
I want it all faster than usual, to keep my ass out a cubicle
Dear lord, don't you see im tryin' here?
Instead of sellin' pies, I'm tryna' be a pioneer
Been around the whole 9, killers and what not
I seen dying, still hear the ring of them gunshots
Fuck naw, I don't want no pioneer street life
I'm on the right path, all I need is a streetlight
This Hollywood shit is eating at my sold without a record even sold
I know I promise not to go
New Years Eve, family in town, I know I should be home, but I'm here with people last year I didn't even know
My ex was the one, now my youngins' is in pairs, and I don't trust my judgement 'less my judgement is impaired
Don't know where the fuck my head at
Chicks looking for where my bed at, bet that dream girl you chasin' I don't even have to get at
Tell me where that bread at?
Niggas swearing that I'm super rich. ludicrous, though I'm red carpet hittin' with Ludacris
Fuck you crew hoppers chasing ass don't know who's to kiss
Repping for the hungry you would think I lived in Budapest
This lifestyle will put you to a test
Make you want to go and cop a nine, put it to a chest
My mind off of crime and my niggas do it less, cause they see me on these rhymes and they swear I do it best
Fully dressed at the studio sleeping on the floor
That's at eight, I was still recording leading up to four
Ima avoid the road I see leading up to poor
Need a house on the hill filled with Parisian decor
The key to the door of a Porsche 911, but I know I gotta' go through hell on the ride to heaven
So I, keep it cool like the grey on my 11's
Chatting with my pastor to ask him if I'm irreverent
I am every student up late studying for finals
Instead of a degree, it's a platinum colored vinyl
I do this for my team, keep the bling it ain't vital
I'm doing what it takes to be king, give me the title...