Lil Durk - Lost Kings lyrics

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Lil Durk - Lost Kings lyrics

[Intro] Got—Got it on Smash Turn me up, Josh [Chorus: Sleepy Rose] And I'm like, how the hell a ni**a supposed to breathe? (How we supposed to breathe?) If all they do is kill off all the kings (They killing all the kings) Every other night, a different murder scene (It's another murder scene) Every other night, a different murder scene And I got a full vision Tryna see my son grow up, and I can't shoot different Had a nightmare about me killin', it was too vicious I feel like, how the hell a ni**a supposed to breathe? If all they do is kill off all the kings [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I've been thinking like a trapper since the pacifier In the mix like jambalaya When I was thirty-eight, I a-forty-five you (Fire) Mortify you; more money I make, more stuff I'm buyin' Troup died at the Chevron, Big Rock beside him William died tryna help his sister from domestic violence Stayed by the airport, all I heard was planes and sirens My DNA despise a coward I'm black, rich and educated so I got the power (Power) I think like a king, act like a king When you was on the trapper lane, I was on the triple-beam Promethazine with my pinky ring, yeah Team blowing up like creatine, yeah Queen swell I'ma protect myself if you don't mean well (Fire) [Chorus: Sleepy Rose & 2 Chainz] And I'm like, how the hell a ni**a supposed to breathe? If all they do is kill off all the kings (Yeah) Every other night, a different murder scene (It's another murder scene) Every other night, a different murder scene And I got a full vision Tryna see my son grown up, and I can't shoot different (Ugh) Had a nightmare about me killin', it was too vicious (Yeah) I feel like, how the hell a ni**a supposed to breathe? (Supposed to breathe) If all they do is kill off all the kings (Oh, oh) [Verse 2: Lil Durk] I'm a king now (Yeah) ni**as playin' spot 'em-got 'em Had that forty in my Levis (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And on the street side (Street side) You wasn't out there on them corners with them shortys tryna get back (Tryna get back) We was raised from all them different rappers they just claimin' sh*t You ain't lose nobody from your block, you just be namin' sh*t (They just namin') ni**as get out of they body like I won't shoot 'em, I hate this famous sh*t (Yeah, yeah) And I'm from the block where your homie'll kill you, that's that dangerous sh*t (Yeah, yeah) The way he dressin' up for our block, he a stylist (He a stylist) I hate talkin' to my dog on a tablet (On a tablet) They were last eight hundred of a thousand (Of a thousand) He was my mans, but he traitored, he a coward [Chorus: Sleepy Rose] And I'm like, how the hell a ni**a supposed to breathe? (Supposed to breathe) If all they do is kill off all the kings (They killing all the kings) Every other night, a different murder scene (It's another murder scene) Every other night, a different murder scene And I got a full vision Tryna see my son grow up, and I can't shoot different Had a nightmare 'bout me killin', it was too vicious I feel like, how the hell a ni**a supposed to breathe? If all they do is kill off all the kings