Chief - King Me lyrics

[Hook: Blu & Sene, alternating] I just want to be a king Chip on my shoulder and in my ring Pushing big wheels, Chicks on my shoulder and on my ding With a Magnum on the clutch doing big boy things No exaggeration love Every Bridge boy dreams To be king! [Verse 1: Blu] Be President Barnes, impeach G.W. Bush Push BMWs, Kush chiefing Drinking W down, Double-bets Humble-ness, finally got me a crown Speak loud, mumble less Speak less, settle down with a queen Leave stress, in the dust with the ducks Pedal down in the clutch Duck split, blunt lit, in a ruck f** penicillin, this is medicine When I be feeling like giving up -- sh**! Quit giving me sh** Give up, slush ‘til I get drunk Crush grapes, what a lush Gold rope -- what a show off Plus, my shoulders got dust I'm trying to blow off Plush, got a tell-all Trust how I sell off truth Threw the boots on, Rock the bell off, fell off the roof Shooting too high, kiss the blue sky Follow loot, swallow pride Empty fifteen ounces outta my forty ounce bottle, I'm Caesar with a better line Doc Marten, with a darker side I'm like the story of Christ written in clever rhyme Never measured, none-comer ever better Dumb-dumb, forever fresher Live like I press pressure, less effort And I still leave the scene the best dressed Me and Sene in a Lex About to head to the West In separate jets Check the press, heifer I'm a king [Hook: Blu & Sene, alternating] [Verse 2: Sene] King Midas, King Tut Gold is anything that I touch So everything that I touch comes, I trust none Plus, Corrine we like a million plus sums So come f** Young, in the back of that black junk Ghetto bucks, bomb breezies And tax dollars k**ing freedom No Games on the schedule, we hunting, Sene season Plus I'm high up now Caeser, you can take that robe And if the crown gets re-fitted I'll be posted by the throne Rolling Cali blunts, and mail them all the way home So all the Nostra Ave.-ers chilling and they eyes look blown And when I return to the K, they like ‘Aye--You ain't grown!' So I might as leave this pond I'm a king, now though [Hook: Blu & Sene] [Verse 3: Sene] Holding my own homies hostage ‘til they meet my request And can't release ‘em ‘til I see the karma's coming correct ‘Cause honest truth is, you been losing while scholar was on the bench Now the pitcher's on the mound throwing darts, signing checks I'm a beast I moved on, but God When I'm beef, I put a bully on the corner Make him s** you off for cheese And plus, if it's sk**s, I'm well above decent Your a dame on a side team Don't wanna f** frequent Don't trip, rock with it Control those lips ‘Cause your gun is made of paper I can fold that clip And homie, your team knows me Ask ‘em how I get down The Stretch Armstrong From Brook-lawn to Bridgetown! [Hook: Blu & Sene]