when life was perfect we was worshipped like some kings and queens but now we working from the bottom tryna live our dreams some of us see it others be it don t fall in between and when that crown is on ya head you ll feel the same king this ain t the game for losers no beggars yes only choosers we waking up with roosters sleeping after work consumes us we fascinated with big faces and gold medusas gold bottles gold rooms with them gold goose s see we born losers parents probably drug users destiny meant to be walking around in them same shoes we riding thru the hood like deebo on that beach cruiser wishing we could make it out before this fast life consumes us so we steady moving this work to these rap consumers in a race against fate mayne just watch me maneuver i told my little homie take a look into the future and if you wanna meet success let me introduce ya my little homie told me he just trying to maintain i try to mold him told him he could be the same king but everytime he see me rolling in that dope ride my little homie told me he just want the same thang my little homie told me he just trying to maintain i try to mold him told him he could be the same king grown up as a statistic this life we always risked it just trying to go the distance applying that cold persistence we in the den with the lions and all the cobras hissing call em competition we fry them like louisiana chicken i m reminiscing about granny cooking it in the kitchen and all my uncles were schooling me told me pay attention they used to pull up in porsches benz s and flaunt expenses legal trappin money by watching them they imparted wisdom they always told me to get it while you re still young and moving and that success is the difference between talking and doing you motormouth muthafuckas need to park it and mute it cause y all ain t really saying nothing y all just moving units i spark a cuban and lay back while i m solving a rubiks born in this clueless now i feel like i already knew this targeting judases tryna throw a dart at my movement these niggas talk about the grind let me see you prove it  my little homie told me he just trying to maintain i try to mold him told him he could be the same king but everytime he see me rolling in that dope ride my little homie told me he just want the same thang my little homie told me he just trying to maintain i try to mold him told him he could be the same king yo what s your life s purpose this is community service and if you ain t making sense then you niggas are worthless they want them dead presidents but i never feel nervous roll with a secret service come at me wrong and it s curtains clean as detergent in some shit you ain t finding at urban sicker than ervin when i fly through the city i m swerving the presidential tinted windows and the black suburbans that let you know our mind operates like brain surgeons we clowning in that audi call it five ring circus and all my niggas want that ice man like george gervin so we politic connect wit a policy direct cutting out the middleman and now we rap merchants sucka niggas lurking fuck em we just keep working and if they pose a threat ill have them fighter jets merc them never get upset nah get what you deserving that s what i told my little homie and i hope he heard it my little homie told me he just trying to maintain i try to mold him told him he could be the same king but everytime he see me rolling in that dope ride my little homie told me he just want the same thang my little homie told me he just trying to maintain i try to mold him told him he could be the same king 2