Toast to the Kings lyrics

[verse 1: Boldy James]

Soul of a god heart of a slave blood of a king king of the D fell asleep having drug dealers dreams dreamed that I one day made it out sh*t I done seen make it hard to sleep at night while I’m spiking this cream palming this piece so tight hope everything go right my country boy said he need more pints n*ggas know me from Detroit I live that speed boat life plugged in with the source should receive 4 mics casino dice Motor City cee-low nice drop a sweet 16 I’m a need 4 more sprites lean on ice we don’t swipe screaming f*ck the police never let em read your rights penthouse elevator 33 more flights to the top a n*gga made it remember sterling toes basement use to have a leaky ceiling couldn’t see no lights its fire you see I am the light, (uh uh, concreatures, lets get it)

[hook: Red Handed]

Black excellence hand on the bible said I wouldn’t make it drive on full throttle toast to the kings I wear my crown c*cky just like that 40 be on top but we’ll still pop it, y’all complain but y’all don’t live this life black label keep my glass on ice (x2)

[verse 2: Boldy James]

Its street life behind the music behind the scenes behind the mic behind the jewels and the diamond rings behind the ice the ????? Behind the bling whole crew shining never wanna out shine the team I drop jewels got my signed by my guy from queens got sued for my whole advance never got booed, I love my fans from Japan to the Bayou try who not with this daewoo under my highyou I keep fire street fighter like Rayou speaking through the wire while you preaching to the choir I’m the king of the rock the fiends call me sire 20 keys in the spot 100g’s in the dryer off of fenkel and Meyers rocking designer and its by PEW my money wreak of Dolce Gabana my Rollie sky blue if I ruled the world what would I do buy Alyssa Milano an ass fat as Erykah Badu's

[hook: Red Handed]

Black excellence hand on the bible said I wouldn’t make it drive on full throttle toast to the kings I wear my crown c*cky just like that 40 be on top but we’ll still pop it y’all complain but y’all don’t live this life black label keep my glass on ice (x2)

[extended hook: Kevo Hendricks]

You say you wasn’t with me then forget you when I make it I wear my crown c*cky cause ain't nobody finna take it hell yea I got drive like a car without breaks everybody trying to eat whole squad got a plate you see everything change when a n*gga blow up (?) have you leaning I ain't even poured up hell yea I walk around with my hand on both nuts you say that you don’t like it b*tch I feel like so what I’m a king n*gga

[verse 3: Boldy James]

Royalty pumps through my veins so we bleed different blew a 40piece on my chain to see my piece shimmer navy blue D fitted trues with the 3 stitches put away the Pelle its about to be a mink winter I keep Kimber even though I got a heated temper Katrina always seem to make a n*gga reconsider money a murder for hire for that illegal tender my hustle determines what my family gonna eat for dinner (lets get it)

[hook: Red Handed]
Black excellence hand on the bible said I wouldn’t make it drive on full throttle toast to the kings I wear my crown c*cky just like that 40 be on top but we’ll still pop it y’all complain but y’all don’t live this life black label keep my glass on ice (x2)