Phil Ade - King lyrics

[Verse 1:Phil Ade] Ahem... Yeah Born as a prince, taken as a slave, returned as a king now a n***a got it made And Ima make sure all my n***as get paid, Ima make sure all my n***as get paid Been broke too long, f** this old futon, old food coupons, where that Grey Poupon? The coupes and Lou' Vuitton, boots by Louboutin, and groups of hoes willing to blow, it's tuba time Am I wrong to want my things a little finer? Being lonely out in plazas eating, 'stead of at the diner? Tweeting from all kind of locations Downtown going in like a n***a violated probation No patience I want it all faster than usual, to keep my a** out a cubicle Dear lord, don't you see im tryin' here? Instead of sellin' pies, I'm tryna' be a pioneer Been around the whole 9, k**ers and what not I seen dying, still hear the ring of them gunshots f** naw, I don't want no pioneer street life I'm on the right path, all I need is a streetlight This Hollywood sh** is eating at my sold without a record even sold I know I promise not to go New Years Eve, family in town, I know I should be home, but I'm here with people last year I didn't even know My ex was the one, now my youngins' is in pairs, and I don't trust my judgement 'less my judgement is impaired Don't know where the f** my head at Chicks looking for where my bed at, bet that dream girl you chasin' I don't even have to get at Tell me where that bread at? n***as swearing that I'm super rich. ludicrous, though I'm red carpet hittin' with Ludacris f** you crew hoppers chasing a** don't know who's to kiss Repping for the hungry you would think I lived in Budapest This lifestyle will put you to a test Make you want to go and cop a nine, put it to a chest My mind off of crime and my n***as do it less, cause they see me on these rhymes and they swear I do it best Fully dressed at the studio sleeping on the floor That's at eight, I was still recording leading up to four Ima avoid the road I see leading up to poor Need a house on the hill filled with Parisian decor The key to the door of a Porsche 911, but I know I gotta' go through hell on the ride to heaven So I, keep it cool like the grey on my 11's Chatting with my pastor to ask him if I'm irreverent I am every student up late studying for finals Instead of a degree, it's a platinum colored vinyl I do this for my team, keep the bling it ain't vital I'm doing what it takes to be king, give me the title...