Be a King

My momma told me

One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king

And my poppa told me

It's ok to sing when shit hurts

Don't forget your dreams

Cuz' they'll get you through this

So called life, they call living but I call it strange

And I bet I'll do it

Cuz' I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain

Mr. Sunshine, Mr. Rainstorm

Meet me in the conference room we need to brainstorm

Need some middle ground, need an even keel

But you're at war picking sides give me fever chills

I'll take em' both like my flu shot broke

I need the give and take to keep me out of that moat

My head above water thoughts to those lost this week

All these tragedies stay on repeat

Like we can't shake shit, I can't speak on it

Fist to the sky but I can't beat on it

Drink in my cup so I'm gon' sip on it

Cam newton's prolly pissed, he can't stiff arm em'

All these levels of these relative problems

And benevolence is elegance for those who can solve them

I'm feeling pretty low like I"m stuck at the bottom

But I know I'll rebound like the bulls with rodman

I am, just exactly what I will be

Just a guy who can rhyme n' chop ill beats

One day I'll recover from what ails me

Till then I'm on that fuck, what the sales be

They talk about death, we're tryna live life

While they're signal says left but they really going right

But who cares they got nothing to improve upon

Meanwhile we past them, fast lane, rubicon

So let the shitstorm rang in

They try to dap us up, but we just leave em' hanging

Yeah- so let em' catch up with the language

They can talk shit but you know that we can manage

— They say they tired of the metaphors

They are only pissed that they never really ready for em'

— So go ahead and get ready for em'

Pop another bottle cuz' you gonna' need a steady arm

— It's like we're living in the tron game

Lines are all blurred cuz' we're sippin on the bombay

— John stock verse LeBron James

No competition when you factor in the time change

Babe ruth suck, fuck what the books say

I could strike him out with 3 pitches in an arm sling

Yeah- and we can do anything

Momma said it's true and I put that on everything

We don't ask for the doors to close in this life

So we hoping they keep em' open

And if they shut those doors we'll smash the skylight

Till it's broken and smell the roses

Need to take that time to find our own road

So we focused on what's golden

And our gold don't shine it's not from no mine

So we're not just living for a token