Young Kings ft. Roo Lyrics

It's time to put em out they misery

Scratch that

I'm throwing salt on they wounds

And adding insult to injury

And we done came a long way

From days at Hidden Creek

It's funny how the simpler days

Turned in to symphonies

But how could I complain

We really moving up

I used to beg my people to listen

Now I don't give a fuck

I used to think that I was the victim

Like I had given up

The crown had always been in my vision

Just had to pick it up

And now I'm wearing it

And staring at

All the niggas they compare me wit

Like this embarrassing

You can't be serious

Impractical jokers

Y'all makin me colder

But when I set the world on fire

I hate to say that I told ya

I'm a grower but not a shower

Rider but not a roller

I laugh but ain't never joking

I'm actively takin over

The spot that the top is holding

I'm not gonna let it go

And I know

I only get one shot

But I might reload it

And Just like u said that you would never do

You getting lazy boy and cutting corners like a sectional

Y'all say y'all makin noise

I mean hear you but I'm skeptical

And losing is yo choice

But know to me it's just unacceptable

It's time to put em out they misery

Scratch that

I'm throwing salt on they wounds

And adding insult to injury

And we done came a long way

From days at Hidden Creek

It's funny how the simpler days

Turned in to symphonies

But how could I complain

We really moving up

I used to beg my people to listen

Now I don't give a fuck

I used to think that I was the victim

Like I had given up

The crown had always been in my vision

Just had to pick it up

And dust it off

Spit-shine it with my elbow

When they ask me if I'd give it up

Of course I tell em Hell No

Sticking to the game and the code

Like its Velcro

Steady making moves to making movies on your cell-phone

Ask around I'm well-known

Like The color yellow

Yelling Rocket Records

Til my name is on a headstone

We just young kings from the ghetto

All the drive in the world

Could play the part for Toretto

It's hard to hear what you sayin

When my mind is on capitol

Cuz if it don't involve money

Just go ahead and wrap it up

No excuse

But all the time I wanna stack it up

I've had enough

But now I'm up

It's funny how it's adding up

It's time to put em out they misery

Scratch that

I'm throwing salt on they wounds

And adding insult to injury

And we done came a long way

From days at Hidden Creek

It's funny how the simpler days

Turned in to symphonies

But how could I complain

We really moving up

I used to beg my people to listen

Now I don't give a fuck

I used to think that I was the victim

Like I had given up

The crown had always been in my vision

Just had to pick it up