Last Kings

Lyrics

[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