Last Kings

[Hook]

They tryn kill of the kings
They do not want us to dream
Ya)
They want us boxed in a ring
Crabs in a bucket wit wings
Ya)
I hold it down for the team
I am the crop & the cream
Real nigga in my genes
My respects been redeemed
Yet I’m still dodging these beams

[Verse 1]

They tryn kill of the kings
They do not want ya to live
Either die or do a bid
Open box or a bid
Bitch I’m tryn do it big

Big cars big crib, views fuckboys would kill for
Big checks, big jets, dreams of being on the billboard
(Yaa)
They want us boxed in the rings
Crabs in a bucket wit wings (ya, ya)

They do not want us to breathe
They want us dumb as can be (ya,ya)

I’m livin my life my brother got life
Took a lol gamble when Rollin them dice
Don’t know why they call it paying the price
They tryn kill of the kings & nights

See lately been dodigin these beams
Nigga focused on the cream
Fully loaded magazines
Pistol hidden in my jeans
Pull back like kareem

Gotta protect myself, family to feed gotta protect welf
They do not want us to breed
I Sware They want us to bleed
I check myself

[Hook]

They tryn kill of the kings
They do not want us to dream
Ya)
They want us boxed in a ring
Crabs in a bucket wit wings
Ya)
I hold it down for the team
I am the crop & the cream
Real nigga in my genes
My respects been redeemed
Yet I’m still dodging these beams

[Verse 2]

Red dot on da king
Niggas gunnin for da throne
Took out neighborhood nip
Killed by his own
Now we reachin for tha chrome
Coming off tha dome
Snappin on da phone
Cappas goin home
Niggas talking shit
Ya momma pullin up
I’m cummin off the dome

Been a long day
Shiid
Tryna smoke sum stanky
Nigga pull up wit tha dirt
Bitches always tryin gank me
You ain’t a rude boy bitch
You a mafuckin yankee
Spittin patois (pad-twa)
Wit a glass jaw
So
I left a nigga stanky
Finna blast off on you hoe niggas
Cut the cast off of you broke nigga
Finna mask off I ain’t a joke nigga
I’m Nascar who want smoke nigga

I like it a lot
Ain’t leaving the lot
I like it I bought
Skrt

It ain’t what you thought
We ain’t in a drought
I’m covered in sauce
Yeah Yeah

[Hook]

They tryn kill of the kings
They do not want us to dream
Ya)
They want us boxed in a ring
Crabs in a bucket wit wings
Ya)
I hold it down for the team
I am the crop & the cream
Real nigga in my genes
My respects been redeemed
Yet I’m still dodging these beams