Kings

Lyrics

[Intro: sample vocalist] Baby Oh baby [Verse 1: Young Roddy] And I been living on these skinny-ass streets, with this dim-ass street light Imagine what that been like, been praying too long [?] get right, took a nigga way too long just to get right And then my short days turned to long I ain't trippin', baby, that's the grind Did that once before, I can do it one more time So as I put my my seat back and recline Then walk through the corridors of my mind I inhale and puff myself to cloud nine With a broad that's Serena Williams fine Ain't no tellin' if I'll be honest for for while, but if I am, baby Hold a nigga down, hold a nigga down Smellin' like I blew a pound of that loud Roddy way too high to come down Hooked up with them Jets, I been the talk around town L-O-L how they copied our style, [?], nigga [Verse 2: Trademark da Skydiver] Straight from jump street, I'm Try'na get me I came to see a hundred mil before I sleep six feet Gotta get it now, I ain't guaranteed next week So three-sixty-five I'm on the grind for the cheese Go ham on the track so my family can eat By the looks of it, they should be preparing for a feast If nothin' else, they gon' keep it G, at least Suckas ain't real as the words that they speak So it's up to me and Roddy to keep this shit S-V J-E-T, life to the next one And I'm already high, but I'm rollin' up a fresh one Plottin' on dollars, look, I'm overdue to get some Just another day in the life of a Jet, son Money on my mind I came to get mine, and a little extra Sleeping on the planes, all of a sudden we next up Jet Set, [?] threats, yeah, nigga, that's us [Outro: Trademark da Skydiver] Yeah, you already know who it is Jet Set [?] Know we highed up over here It's Jet Life to the next life Fuck with us, or don't fuck with us [?], no choice