Steeze (prod Canon)

Prod canon on the beat and it gonna be heat
[now known as Prod Kyoto]
(Yeah)
Showing them something I'm showing them a seat
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(RAH)

Wee ooo wee ooo
Sound of the ambulance when im done with bitch
Feelin all woozy but i didnt hit
Must've be from all the zyns in my lip
Rock star
Master
Ill master my craft, then im blowing up
This my recital and im showin off
(Gonna be following me or staying stuck)

Yeah yeah im the king of the steeze
All this ice and outfit gone freeze
Got all my friends and they coming with me
I am the knife at a thousand degrees

Yeah and they wont believe
That someone like me could be an elite
Yeah and they'll see me through
See my true form when im standing in the stu

(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Counting on me and i counting they troops
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Make me star and ill make you one too
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Picking me sitting in the coupe
(yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I am the general bitch whats your next move
RAH
See me in the street and they saying what's up
Point at my clothes, point at my chains
They question me on where I got all my stuff
Stick up they nose
Hate on my game
Cuz all they'll ever do is just judge
All they'll ever do is just judge
When all I'm tryna do is give them
Love

Wishing on every fucking star
That'll make it to the top
And you'll see just who I are
I want items, I want assets
I want big ass car garage
Want to make it to the top
So you could see just who I-

F-first responder in the way
Turning on my hazards then
I'm moving to the shoulder lane
(Wee woo wee woo)
Be little me because my age
Maybe I'm a young boy
But I never gone be broke again

Gonna blow up and I'm gonna be rich
(Yeah)
Ain't gonna show when the Grammy presents
(Yeah)
Fashionably late is my kind of shit
(Yeah)
My kind of shit, I'm the king of this shit

Yeah yeah I'm the king of the Steeze
All of this ice and my outfit gone freeze
Got all my friends friends
And they coming with me
I am the knife at a thousand degrees
Yeah and I just want peace
Selling that love and I ain't making no green
Yeah and they all want me
All way a taste what's In side of my jeans

Riding goofy on top of the street
Think it time for me to be me
Find my own style bouta go wild
Haven't really been myself in a while
Time to explode, time to go boom
Time for my flow to shoot out of this room
Wanted the fame since I was a child
Time to really make this shit go to trial

King of the Steeze
King of the Steeze
(Yeah)
King of the Steeze
King of the Steeze
(Oh yeah)
King of the Steeze
I'm the king of the Steeze
(Yeah)
King of the Steeze
King of the Steeze

Pour me one cuz I am going up
Champagne class in my hand
You can join or solo at the club
(Pour that shit)
I have shot so many times and I have missed
Average person they would miss and
Then they'd never shoot again

Standing 10 feet tall atop my bands
Then I look around, and there goes
Standing a hall of all my friends
(Type shit)
It's time to focus on that bag
Time to cut the hard boy act
It's time to be a better man