Long Live the King (Chopped and Screwed)

Yo it's about that time the Fade got it jumping They tryna back pedal since we know they fronting Put em down and out if we upper cutting They keep talking, but there's no discussion We about bread, you became toast, two things How I feel, I may scrap, my mood swings Tryna count bank and blessings, not sickening Throwing heat down the middle, we just fever pitching Listen, gettin lit and giving all attention To the mission, that we drug out, and saw no intervention, to what I'm swigging Shooting Jose, I don't play No slow pace in the fast lane, Ok So we leave Earth, outta orbit Picture perfect like Curt Hennig's family portrait Cheffing with a method for the finest Cream Til my lifeline look about 9:15 F*ck that, long live the kings F*ck that, long live the kings F*ck that, long live the kings Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing I'm in a pair of what the f*ck are those When Deebo came around, I ain't tucked my gold All eyes on me if I get the rag top like pac Dress tacky like an off duty cop Not a CEO but I get paid like one You raise your voice and your wife gonna have to raise your son This Vibe that we hitting' on, couches that we sitting on Nigga, I deserve everything I'm hitting on Pac, Suge Dre, Snoop, That's a vibe Qtip, Ali, And Phife, That's a tribe Entry wounds don't look like the exits I don't give a f*ck if I'm not accepted House in the city, shitty, I repped it I'm in the UK, talking about brexit Flow charts like a nigga with a office job You gonna have to stop the mob to stop the mob F*ck that, long live the kings F*ck that, long live the kings F*ck that, long live the kings Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing F*ck that, long live the kings F*ck that, long live the kings F*ck that, long live the kings Enriched spirits feeling money ain't a thing