Kings Plaza

Verse 1:

Kings Plaza quarter dipped with carnage
Puffin' the Orange Goblin
Two blunts and rippin' cold flaws until we drippin' martians
So heartless, knowin' that the truth is upon us
You ain't blingin' I see you buyin' your kicks from Target
Mad 'cause I stick your girl, your sister's half retarded
Non Phixion chain sword fighter, I'm out then we on it
Cruisin' the blocks, whips stinkin' from ULI's an' pop
Losin' the cops, whether new lots or zoomin' through Watts
The newest spacesuites, love rockin' titties like grapefruits
Phase two, Rasta-ice inverted Jesús
Players' rules go back, y'all dudes is crap
Rappin' for 2 years with nеw hats, your tunes is wack
I'm up in Fat Burger, sippin' Arizona and Codeinе
So clean, pinstripe Gas Jordans are OG
Hoochie mamas open they gash, throw in they ass
Coppin' madukes, never throwin' no cash
Run up in wakes peekin', like Tommy Chong on cake
Hit on your mom, pulled up her thong then shot on her face
Half her age, a nice 38 is so great
Loves to get fucked, sucks cold plates, and cookin' steaks

Chorus x2:

Everyday above ground's a good day
Do it the hood way, dudes get paid
Crews get made, who's sprayed
Caught up in the staircase, a generation of waste
Last days, the projects dissolvin' the nations in space

Verse 2:

World Downfall
Hit the town raw, enter the round door
Cold war, splatter your fitted like coleslaw
Rotten Swiss, the cold mortuary for dips
Sanitation rolling your limb with the garbage of fish
Blood, Crips and killers
Ratchets for doing the thriller
Handle my biz, but don't you dare ruin my dinner
Feminine thug, you more like a actual flamer
Pull your rug out, steal your bitch and clap at her later
Screamin' "Hey, Pelican," trains of coke on my cock
Where the hoes at, we reppin' for them kids on lock
Hate me, 'cause I hate you too
We shake hands the American way
Then settle it with clips and Glocks
Tripping off kid, ey, rip your eye out, like Thom Yorke
Carry the torch for execution, style and sport
We tour drive-bys on the mongoose for poor
This ain't rhetorical, the story gets worse, funny you get caught

Chorus x2:

Everyday above ground's a good day
Do it the hood way, dudes get paid
Crews get made, who's sprayed
Caught up in the staircase, a generation of waste
Last days, the projects dissolvin' the nations in space