Chuuwee - Reign (Long Live The King) lyrics

[Intro] I was in the challenger when I wrote this So you can imagine how I must feel [Verse one] On this plane overlooking my city Used to be pretty this b**h 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 Sane..sane I'm trying to not to lose it Can't ever lose myself, I just gooogle, youtube it Some b**h 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 Oh..oh oh oh oh oh oh We aiming pistols at reality in hopes of hitting dreams This is when black men become kings [Verse 2] 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 sh** 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 n***as yapping at C, come up fractured and bleed Watching My throne, the gra** green on the knoll With a scope and an O of them hash green Continue Accumulating Steady Hustlin', Currency rules everything around me, C.A.S.H C.R.E.A.M 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 [Verse 3] Just let me write it down, firefighter sound I'm hot b**h 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 a** kickings I'm laying on em Free at charge, 16 bars throw me on fader forum You n***as Tracy no Chapman and I ain't laughing I've been way to busy trappin' and stackin' Trying to be J.P 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 b**hes I'm about to make some noise [Outro] 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 sh** sound over here We squeezing automatics at reality in hopes of hitting dreams Since when did a black man become king Right now