Napalm - Club 57 (Kings Only) [feat. Doobie Newton & King TEF] Lyrics

This feel like preseason Week 4
4th quarter Layin in the cut
Pressures on Don't drop the ball
Gotta play the game with Yo gut
Run run for that check nigga
Everybody tryna be the goat
Elway divin Head first
Into this white pile of no hope
Rockstar mixing henny and Tequila
Section full of bad tings and some killas
21 And go savage For a visa
I only do my drugs with Mona Lisa
It's 11 11
And I'm halfway to heaven
Tonight it ain't no stressin
This is club 57
I got my head in the clouds
And i been sheddin these pounds
I tucked my halo now
So you can give me my crown
I want it now
SKREWED VOICE
Look
I got horns under my halo
Why did God make me this way
Saw my crown was gettin too tight
So I took it off for the day
Ego clashin
Pride was lackin
Put my kingdom in disarray
Aint No love in the players club
Guess my queen is a Lisa Rae
And my section
Make me empty
I cant fill it up with just me
Skeletons in VIP
Make my everyday feel like halloween
Pass a bottle of henny my soul been runnin away
Im gettin closer to heaven its been a hell of a day
Rockstar mixing henny and Tequila
Section full of bad tings And some killas
21 And go savage For a visa
I only do my drugs with Mona Lisa
It's 11 11 Its wish time
And you hatin the Karma The bitch mine
If i said that im happy im big Lyin
Pop a tab of that acid im big flyin
And im closer to death I switch sides
If the wheels fall off then who ridin
Lift off
Lift Off
I make the club comp the bottles
They come with sparkles
It look like a battle field
Look like a battle field
Club full of models
I'll buy more bottles
It look like a battle field
Spiritual battle field
YEAH
What they mixin that henny with
May i have some more on my timmy shit
I can pin point what my circle has
And my f*ckin crown aint in a purple bag
Sippin these women like shots with the lemon
I score and you salty like stuck on the rim
And you broke so you break while i keep these hoes bending
I watch who im friendin
I aint no Jon Lennon
They say i always party like a rock star
Flash out leave a nigga red and blue like a cop car
Like a whiskey dick You niggas not hard
IF you think its sweet You get popped tart
Put the thrown down Put the crown down
Before you see the end Nigga dont start
Rockstar mixing henny and Tequila
Section full of bad tings And some killas
21 And go savage For a visa
I only do my drugs with Mona Lisa
It's 11 11
And I'm halfway to heaven
Tonight it ain't no stressin
This is club 57
I got my head in the clouds
I been sheddin these pounds
I'll tuck my halo now
So you can give me my crown
I want it now