Long Live the King - Chopped and Screwed

Yo it's about that time the Fade got it jumping
They tryna back pedal since we know they fronting
Put em down and out if we upper cutting
They keep talking, but there's no discussion
We about bread, you became toast, two things
How I feel, I may scrap, my mood swings
Tryna count bank and blessings, not sickening
Throwing heat down the middle, we just fever pitching
Listen, gettin lit and giving all attention
To the mission, that we drug out, and saw no intervention, to what I'm swigging
Shooting Jose, I don't play
No slow pace in the fast lane, Ok
So we leave Earth, outta orbit
Picture perfect like Curt Hennig's family portrait
Cheffing with a method for the finest Cream
Til my lifeline look about 9:15

Fuck that, long live the kings
Fuck that, long live the kings
Fuck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing

I'm in a pair of what the fuck are those
When Deebo came around, I ain't tucked my gold
All eyes on me if I get the rag top like pac
Dress tacky like an off duty cop

Not a CEO but I get paid like one
You raise your voice and your wife gonna have to raise your son
This Vibe that we hitting' on, couches that we sitting on
Nigga, I deserve everything I'm hitting on

Pac, Suge Dre, Snoop, That's a vibe
Qtip, Ali, And Phife, That's a tribe
Entry wounds don't look like the exits
I don't give a fuck if I'm not accepted

House in the city, shitty, I repped it
I'm in the UK, talking about brexit
Flow charts like a nigga with a office job
You gonna have to stop the mob to stop the mob

Fuck that, long live the kings
Fuck that, long live the kings
Fuck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing

Fuck that, long live the kings
Fuck that, long live the kings
Fuck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing



Credits
Writer(s): Taron Holder, Ronald Isaiah James
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