kids to kings

Looking for a blessing today
I ain't got a second to waste
Young nigga mix the Prada with air ones
Call that broke with expensive taste
Know a couple frauds down to front but that's regular shit on a different day
A couple bad treesh down to let the don kill and celebrate it like it's thanksgiving day
And who am I not to touch it, oh
Body the Benz no insurance
She tell me that I'm the one
So when we link she never give me a second, no
Moscato sipper, cool calm collected
Pay my respects so I'm always respected
Gotta give thanks for the days we're neglected
Sun without rain don't explain all the lessons
I remember way way back as a teen
I was tryna pen raps tryna match Weezy F Baby
And renegade my emotions like Slim Shady
You'd be amazed by the way how the game saved me
You know, kids to kings?
Reign supreme? A solo regime?
All that hate in ya heart, tell me how you gon win?
Time'll tell if you down or if you down to pretend
Ain't no losses ain't no making amends just know
Hoe
Heart on wealthy but my pockets poor
Oh
Been killing the game but who keeping the score?
Ye
Broke the glass above my ceiling
I been fighting off my demons
Fighting back for my freedom
Oh I, ye
Oh I, Oh I
I been fighting off my demons
Fighting back for my freedom
Oh I, ye
Oh I, Oh I
I been fighting off my demons
Fighting back for my freedom
Looking for my blessings today
I ain't got a second to waste
Niggas hit my line talking all that shit
I give a fuck what you boys gotta say
Cause you could never get on my level, no
Even with the aid of the devil
They say growth is synonymous to struggling
I kick the facts all because of that
Maradona's Hand of God when it's time to rap
Time to black
Acting like you fitting to snap
I put a lid on your brim to avoid the cap
You rats, chasing cheese just to fall in the trap
Playing blind to the facts, perception all off
Comme des garçons, mon style en France
T&T meh born, I gotta go off
Either way it go, I live for my cause
I die for my dogs, but don't get involved
Who's the best from the West Indies
Niggas cold but you ain't brick as me
All love but we not the same
My lines align from pain and the innocent slain
The turf that birthed the curse where the vile prevails
The odds they set in jest so we can't attain
The fire inside from things that we bottle in
So this a Molotov at the government for our freedom
Heart on wealthy but my pockets poor
Oh
Been killing the game but who keeping the score?
Ye
Broke the glass above my ceiling
I been fighting off my demons
Fighting back for my freedom
Oh I, ye
Oh I, Oh I
I been fighting off my demons
Fighting back for my freedom
Oh I, ye
Oh I, Oh I
I been fighting off my demons
Fighting back for my freedom
Oh I, ye
Lorraine, girl take it easy
I don't mean to hurt you baby
The coldness making me shiver
And back home, it hot like fire