Lee On The Beats - King James lyrics

[Verse 1 - Young Chris] Young n***as work hard, broad day in the park We murder sh**, rain hail sleet snow Y'all n***as in the crib, we serving sh** I got a clock for a block full of North Philly rebels Every time a young n***a hit the club n***a was a fly little dude, b-ball player Now you all f**ed up, addicted to the shrubs n***a been known since I knocked my plug Hating a** n***as can't stop my flow No a n***a can't fall in love with a ho And a ho end up with a n***a I know Triple beam dream, young n***a on schemes Run through the [?] put the b**hes on [?] Front through the block, leave that b**h home [?] Then I run through the work, got to visit my fiends Now a n***a strapped up on winging hawk Right back on the corner With a bunch of young thug n***as that's slinging rock Thank god I'm an owner And they all slanging work, they all claiming turf Till they back the old hearse in Tryna say a verse or two, let the choir sing Let them pack the whole church in [Verse 2 - Kur] Me and phil pack so much loud (shower) So much loud some like it washed up in it We them n***as at Ruth Chris Eating mac and cheese with the lobster in it Funny how I'm eating five star But just a year ago ain't have a pot to piss in I get bored with rap, it ain't no competition That's Young Chris, here go some competition And I pop perks, but they are not prescripted Turn my block into a CVS f** a doctor visit, how you tryna eat and ain't tryna chip in If I ever go to a b**h crib I am pulled up I will not be slipping If you run into me put 33 all on your back just like Scottie Pippen If this rap sh** don't work out, ok I got another plan Look, Imma bubblegrams and put tax on the work like Uncle Sam I was a product of my environment, so I had no choice to sell product And I had no choice to stand on corners with a hoodie on Like yo cop up, and my neighbors call and make the cops come When I was just tryna make an income In this game you know there's ups and downs You know you lose some, you know you win some Got to stay prepared for when the drought come Ball hard enough, that's when the scout come And my man told x n***as out, by any means, just like Malcolm [Verse 3 - Freeway] I'm a bitter n***a strapped with a four four Speedload extra bullets, that's an encore My n***as trap with the mac, get your mind dwarf Treat it like the corner bar, do shots in it We don't lease cars, we don't drive rentals Put the cash down, then we hop in it Yo ho hot, just like an oven I don't hit her stop and she give me top in it New era, ball fitted, I'm a real n***a, authentic Got that seven 50, six 50 that panamera and they all kidding Got Gotti beat, we all in it, foreign trips, we all did it We for real, while y'all frauds with it Y'all rap about it while we [?] the streets We Master P, we bought it bought it I hitch ho, while you thought about it I lean back, just a plot of knowledge She give me brains, she a f**ing geek Before I ever ever touched a beat Flipped a birds tree cop three times a week Moved a rock way before I met Jay and Bleek Graduated from the streets that's hood college