Chuuwee - Reign (Long Live The King) lyrics
[Chuuwee - Reign Long Live The King lyrics]
I was in the challenger when I wrote this
So you can imagine how I must feel
On this plane overlooking my city
Used to be pretty this bitch is sadity
When I get back
I bring her back if she with it get with me
Carry this ho up on my back
If I gotta get gritty
Rain, rain, rain don't ever go away
We ain't showing no damn signs
Of ever slowin' mane
Had to cut a few dead limbs
We call that growing pains
Music change people around you and
Make you go insane sanesane
I'm trying to not to lose it
Can't ever lose myself, I just gooogle
Youtube it some bitch will text me with it
Tell me my life is a movie
Send me a flick cause she wanna
Get close enough to bluetooth
I'm on the uprise like smoke in the moonroof
Brought me a smoke and a pancake
Do what it do boo
I Wake n Bake and wake up in a
Random state of ransom state of mind
Give up the loot or else we'll
Crash the gates this time
Ohoh oh oh oh oh oh
We aiming pistols at reality in
Hopes of hitting dreams
This is when black men become kings
Happy as glee
Slappin' this blee, the city is ours
Get her back for a fee
I stay on my grind, I ain't rappin' for free
This shit weigh on my mind
We ain't trappin' to please
We ain't clappin' and squeezing
Cause it's actually easy
We just happen to be some gangstas, capital G
Getting Capital CH, that'll be cheese
Niggas yapping at C
Come up fractured and bleed
Watching My throne
The grass green on the knoll
With a scope and an O of
Them hash green Continue Accumulating
Steady Hustlin', Currency rules
Everything around me, cASH CREAM
Let your mind develop a minute
I bet you they still didn't get it
This is why I deserve king
The sickest with sentence
We aiming pistols at reality in
Hopes of hitting dreams
This is when black men become kings
Just let me write it down
Firefighter sound I'm hot
Bitch I'm the lighter now
Covered in fumes I struck finna ignite it now
Gold rush, westcoast style, that 49er sound
Flow like the raiders before the bayers
Was greater I'm over they heads
Scramble they minds they need a bayer for it
Toss em this aspirin ass kickings
I'm laying on em free at charge
16 bars throw me on fader forum
You niggas Tracy no Chapman
And I ain't laughing
I've been way to busy trappin' and stackin'
Trying to be JP Morgan
My momma anxious to move need
Me to pay the mortgage papa need a break
He been hustlin' since the 80s for us
Open this window
I know they feeling my rain is pouring
A fresh breath to these labels
Homie the game's boring
This much see TV, I hope you paying for it
Cable cords
Tune in bitches I'm about to make some noise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
We aiming pistols at reality in
Hopes of hitting dreams
This is when black men become kings
I like the way that shit sound over here
We squeezing automatics at reality in
Hopes of hitting dreams
Since when did a black man become king
Right now
So you can imagine how I must feel
On this plane overlooking my city
Used to be pretty this bitch is sadity
When I get back
I bring her back if she with it get with me
Carry this ho up on my back
If I gotta get gritty
Rain, rain, rain don't ever go away
We ain't showing no damn signs
Of ever slowin' mane
Had to cut a few dead limbs
We call that growing pains
Music change people around you and
Make you go insane sanesane
I'm trying to not to lose it
Can't ever lose myself, I just gooogle
Youtube it some bitch will text me with it
Tell me my life is a movie
Send me a flick cause she wanna
Get close enough to bluetooth
I'm on the uprise like smoke in the moonroof
Brought me a smoke and a pancake
Do what it do boo
I Wake n Bake and wake up in a
Random state of ransom state of mind
Give up the loot or else we'll
Crash the gates this time
Ohoh oh oh oh oh oh
We aiming pistols at reality in
Hopes of hitting dreams
This is when black men become kings
Happy as glee
Slappin' this blee, the city is ours
Get her back for a fee
I stay on my grind, I ain't rappin' for free
This shit weigh on my mind
We ain't trappin' to please
We ain't clappin' and squeezing
Cause it's actually easy
We just happen to be some gangstas, capital G
Getting Capital CH, that'll be cheese
Niggas yapping at C
Come up fractured and bleed
Watching My throne
The grass green on the knoll
With a scope and an O of
Them hash green Continue Accumulating
Steady Hustlin', Currency rules
Everything around me, cASH CREAM
Let your mind develop a minute
I bet you they still didn't get it
This is why I deserve king
The sickest with sentence
We aiming pistols at reality in
Hopes of hitting dreams
This is when black men become kings
Just let me write it down
Firefighter sound I'm hot
Bitch I'm the lighter now
Covered in fumes I struck finna ignite it now
Gold rush, westcoast style, that 49er sound
Flow like the raiders before the bayers
Was greater I'm over they heads
Scramble they minds they need a bayer for it
Toss em this aspirin ass kickings
I'm laying on em free at charge
16 bars throw me on fader forum
You niggas Tracy no Chapman
And I ain't laughing
I've been way to busy trappin' and stackin'
Trying to be JP Morgan
My momma anxious to move need
Me to pay the mortgage papa need a break
He been hustlin' since the 80s for us
Open this window
I know they feeling my rain is pouring
A fresh breath to these labels
Homie the game's boring
This much see TV, I hope you paying for it
Cable cords
Tune in bitches I'm about to make some noise
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
We aiming pistols at reality in
Hopes of hitting dreams
This is when black men become kings
I like the way that shit sound over here
We squeezing automatics at reality in
Hopes of hitting dreams
Since when did a black man become king
Right now