Gunnin' for the Throne

[Verse 1: Elzhi] Dealing with the pressure, I wish it was lesser I'm just speaking from my mind don't mean to depress ya But that'll make you want to grab the gat from off your dresser I know I got a gift I just need me an investor With hopes to get my back up off the ropes like a wrestler Might have been on the scene with the dean and the professor Only if getting green by any means was the lecture I know mad kids that went to school learned something extra Came home, can't find a job broke back up on Dexter I'm sick of swallowing my pride cause I don't like the texture Niggas pushing whips that look twenty times fresher Cause life'll give you lessons, you think it wouldn't test ya That's proof of words I've thought of moving birds like Sylvestor The putty cat I could be that cause I can't live the rest of My life around Testa, homeless god blessed her Hoodrat Brenda, dope fiend Tessa and yo [Verse 2: Naledge] Brain power, meteor shower out the nest Lead power Eddie Bauer and Gucci sweats Don't sweat the technique, success the best seat Ride your bitches all summer long like a jet ski Hand it back to you I pop it off like a Pepsi Demanding that a two dollar blocks off the jet free Status I'm official like the synonym for revery IV league need more than scantrons to test me Fair Eastside, lean on me I'm Joe Clark [?] go Joe Cool walks in with no shoes Fucking bitches on tour, we call that Road Rules Like fresh buddy Chucky I bust the dope moves In the real world, naw nigga no MTV Dope MP3, don't envy me [?] at the squad nigga I'm MVP More flavor, less filling, MGD [Vic Spencer] Midwest shit, memories of Capone You ain't never coming home gunning for the throne Came from struggle and made it on our own Look we all shining now, gunning for the throne Takeover, the breaks over Bitch [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Criteria straight from the crack stove Inhaling dope as I let the vogues on the Lex roll Most of this shit man I had to be out my mind to do it A lot of drive-by nights laced with embalming fluid Cheifed out as I choke on this water I swear I oughta Get my shit tight just can't live right Sometimes I feel like why bother, fridge dripping Resumed to be consumed in superstition Busting this chopper loosely got me losing my religion Walk through the valley of the shadow of thugs Niggas be facing me in basements in gun battles for drugs I seen it all with my two eyes and now I'm all out of love All out of favors, kitchen tables and razors ain't all that made it Student of the streets, niggas'll pay for this education Mask on my skull, hand on my weapon, class is in session Gangsta Gibbs [Verse 5: Mikkey Halsted] The whole game is so brainless Everybody looking for licks like cunnilingus Porsches, Benzes, Rangers Over ends, best friends turn strangers We all said that the money would never change us But who said the growth'll be painless A dirty game they expect us to be stainless And laugh when we throw it all away like Uranus I'm still hotter than hibachi Way before Twitter niggas follow me and mock me So go on and throw your feet up on the ottoman and watch me Cause there ain't a thing that you could do to stop me I promise my mommy I'd be the man To get her out of that concrete jungle to see the sand My girl said you need to grow up you ain't Peter Pan Sorry she ain't have enough vision to see the plan Now she alone while I'm gunning for the throne Now she alone while I'm gunning for the throne Takeover, the break's over