King Taylor Intro

[Verse 1] Let me fix my crown, let me dust my robe Let me smoke my weed, let me fuck my hoes Ay let me see palm trees, and let me chill on boats Anything for my team, all for the shit I wrote Tell me why you niggas hating like you work this hard I used to want to hit the streets all day and work that hard Now they say I turned star, because my verse so hard Certain memories starting to fade because I've worked so far Ain't have no money for no fight, nigga I drove my car Felt like the only one that knew me in that church was god But they talking ties and offering, look how broke I are The next nigga calling me asking me for some dope getting robbed Hey I remember banging College Dropout, ready to rap Mr. West was like a blessing, I still remember them tracks I still remember that spaceship, I was getting em high Listening family business, coming up with ways to get by No telling what I was doing back in 2005 Probably dreaming of meeting them niggas I see every night We hit the club and got turned up like I been used to this life Make sure each bottle got a sparkler, put that shit on ice Nigga we live this life Nigga we live this life