King

[Verse 1:Phil Ade] Ahem... Yeah Born as a prince, taken as a slave, returned as a king now a nigga got it made And Ima make sure all my niggas get paid, Ima make sure all my niggas get paid Been broke too long, fuck this old futon, old food coupons, where that Grey Poupon? The coupes and Lou' Vuitton, boots by Louboutin, and groups of hoes willing to blow, it's tuba time Am I wrong to want my things a little finer? Being lonely out in plazas eating, 'stead of at the diner? Tweeting from all kind of locations Downtown going in like a nigga violated probation No patience I want it all faster than usual, to keep my ass out a cubicle Dear lord, don't you see im tryin' here? Instead of sellin' pies, I'm tryna' be a pioneer Been around the whole 9, killers and what not I seen dying, still hear the ring of them gunshots Fuck naw, I don't want no pioneer street life I'm on the right path, all I need is a streetlight This Hollywood shit is eating at my sold without a record even sold I know I promise not to go New Years Eve, family in town, I know I should be home, but I'm here with people last year I didn't even know My ex was the one, now my youngins' is in pairs, and I don't trust my judgement 'less my judgement is impaired Don't know where the fuck my head at Chicks looking for where my bed at, bet that dream girl you chasin' I don't even have to get at Tell me where that bread at? Niggas swearing that I'm super rich. ludicrous, though I'm red carpet hittin' with Ludacris Fuck you crew hoppers chasing ass don't know who's to kiss Repping for the hungry you would think I lived in Budapest This lifestyle will put you to a test Make you want to go and cop a nine, put it to a chest My mind off of crime and my niggas do it less, cause they see me on these rhymes and they swear I do it best Fully dressed at the studio sleeping on the floor That's at eight, I was still recording leading up to four Ima avoid the road I see leading up to poor Need a house on the hill filled with Parisian decor The key to the door of a Porsche 911, but I know I gotta' go through hell on the ride to heaven So I, keep it cool like the grey on my 11's Chatting with my pastor to ask him if I'm irreverent I am every student up late studying for finals Instead of a degree, it's a platinum colored vinyl I do this for my team, keep the bling it ain't vital I'm doing what it takes to be king, give me the title...