Like Rocky Lyrics

Grimy niggas we be hustling for cash

Grimy niggas we be hustlin for Dough

Grind the streets given a fuck about hoes

Chopping corners in your hood or in a bando

Staying Strapped we be cutting that coco

It's KingKush we moving slow mo

Stacking cash Rolled up in a bank roll

Living Life symphony on a banjo

Fashioned up designer that's for sure

JEWELRY shinning DolceNGabbana my oder

My team get money ain't got no freeloaders

Remember I was broke and I was never sober

Now I walk around wit chip on a shoulder

I been blessed put to da the test now I'm on a quest

Hating ass niggas wanna see KingKush laid to rest

I wear a vest so them slugs don't hit my chest

I open shows in rap game no contest

World champion I be feeling like rocky

Yaa I be feeling like Rocky

World champion I be feeling like rocky

Yaa I be feeling like Rocky

In Forestcity we stay busy N blocks be tizzy

Your girl be looking I know she wanna get jiggy

Its all on me tell her that it ain't no biggie

She DTF I be down for a quickie

Back to business I be tryna stack a milli

Work overtime stacking hundreds Robert Borden

Dunking on bitches I be feeling like Michael Jordan

Remember i was chained they had to call the warden

Now celebrating drinking gin N bourbon

Knowing nothing guaranteed N nothings certain

Standing ovations applause close curtains

I'm Commander in chief self-proclaimed king khalif

Know that I'm a soldier and I be knocking out teeth

Tryna climb da ladder from underneath

Marching for victory and I been chosen to lead

World champion I be feeling like rocky

Yaa I be feeling like Rocky

World champ I be feeling like rocky

Yaa I be feeling like Rocky

Your girl is nice but she ain't nothing kosher

She Cold as ice, I be wearing goose fur

I Hit it once dumped her no disclosure

It wasn't me so I pulled a shaggy

Its Kingkush she call me daddy

A thick chick ya she a baddie

Mean Attitude she get it from mommy

Short temper might start tsunami

I'm her Clyde and she be my Bonnie

She got them girls singing where's my Johnny

In the streets I be John Gotti

Bribing fiends wit some hush money

Making ends meet feeding hungry tummies

World champion I be feeling like rocky

Yea I be feeling like Rocky