Psalm One - Queen Until lyrics

Shouts out to Nespresso, trying to get me all addicted When I wake up in the AM, I'm thankful and committed This crystal life is fitted Trying to get that buzz and snap back All this education, get all these folks to back that Front me all you want to, but I got these bangin' smoothies Lemonhead don't suit you, your bitterness don't change sh** Pain is proven, pleasure principles and petty anguish Missed me with that super-hater, I just came the same b**h Keeping on my schedule, I know my finesse, mane Got my CD cliqued up, trying to rumble for some web fame Market and promotion, what happened to your fresh tape? Oh. You looked good though Better get those checks while you can By popular demand You just have to understand That you stepping in the Land of the Windy's illest And you just don't stand up to greatness In the stands, as a champion demands of my city limit Ha, my city limits get a bad rap with all this [?] Everybody pointing fingers, everybody is the problem You in the basement, taking sh** away from talent sh**, it took me nine years just to link with Panik That whole look-stupid sorry moment, I promise I will never postpone moments Cause it's golden, impossible to hold on and focus When you too busy rolling on that whole sh** And you'll notice that it's hopeless CHORUS: Auntie was a player and my uncle was a preacher Sipping on a bottle about the size of your ego Used to rep the choir and my range was alto Now I'm like the flyest in my lane from Chicago And I don't ride big, but I got the money for the ticket on the rims Feeding all my friends while you feasting on a trend Queen til the world ends (queen til the world ends) Alright (x6) Queen til the world ends (queen til the world ends) Alright (x6) Queen til the world ends (queen til the world ends) Wicker Park to Pilsen, Evanston to Englewood Hunter's to the Low End, Hyde Park to your hood Peace to all the peaceful, "fall back" to the violent Middle fingers blazing to the fakers keeping silent Derrick Rose got money, Kanye and Obama too What you doing rocking that when they shut off your water, fool? I don't go [?] my flush, it is affordable Anyone who's shucking when you're jiving is recordable Know these villains laughing, and your children ba*tards I go and teach them so they won't go out so tragic They won't play the jam on GCI cause it ain't trendy But I just cashed another check, guess the truth is plenty In me is a fire, and a message to inspire f** with me, I guarantee, you'll listen to the right stuff Your favorite rapper be looking to me for therapy So stop comparing me to b**hes I don't care to be Auntie was a player and my uncle was a preacher Sipping on a bottle about the size of your ego Auntie was a player and my uncle was a preacher Sipping on a bottle about the size of your ego CHORUS