King lyrics

[Verse 1:Phil Ade]
Ahem... Yeah
Born as a prince, taken as a slave, returned as a king now a n*gga got it made
And Ima make sure all my n*ggas get paid, Ima make sure all my n*ggas get paid
Been broke too long, f*ck 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 n*gga 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
f*ck naw, I don't want no pioneer street life
I'm on the right path, all I need is a streetlight
This Hollywood sh*t 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 f*ck 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?
n*ggas swearing that I'm super rich. ludicrous, though I'm red carpet hittin' with Ludacris
f*ck 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 n*ggas 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...