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
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing
I'm in a pair of what the f*ck 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 f*ck 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
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing
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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
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing
I'm in a pair of what the f*ck 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 f*ck 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
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing
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
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing
I'm in a pair of what the f*ck 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 f*ck 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
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
F*ck that, long live the kings
Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing
Writer: Ronald James, Taron Holder
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave