Lost Kings - 2 Chainz, Lil Durk

And I’m like, how the hell a nigga pose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Every other night a different murder scene

Every other night a different murder scene

And I got a full vision

Tryna see my son grow up and I can’t chose different

Every night dream about me killing, it was too vicious?

I feel like how the hell a nigga suppose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

I been thinkin like a trapper since the pacifier in the mix like Jambalya

When I was thirty-eight, I’ll 45 ya, yeah mortify ya

More money I make more stuff I buy

Troup died at the Chevron, big rock beside him

Wham died tryna to help his sister from domestic violence

Stayed by the airport, all I heard were planes and sirens

My DNA despise a coward

I’m black, rich, and educated so I got the power

I think like a king act like a king

When you was on a trampoline I was on a triple beam

Promethazine with my pinky ring

Yeah, team blowin' up like creatine, yeah

Queen swear I’ma protect myself if you don’t mean well

And I’m like, how the hell a nigga pose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Every other night a different murder scene

Every other night a different murder scene

And I got a full vision

Tryna see my son grow up and I can’t chose different

Every night dream about me killing, it was too vicious

I feel like how the hell a nigga suppose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

I’m a king now

Niggas playin spot em got 'em hand that 40 on my Levi’s

And on the street side

You wasn’t out there on them corners with them shortys tryna get back

We was raised from all them different rappers, they just claiming shit

You ain’t lose nobody from your block, you just be naming shit

Niggas get out they body like I won’t shoot 'em, I hate this famous shit

And I’m from that block your homie’ll kill ya, that’s that dangerous shit

The way he dressing up the opp block he a stylist

I hate talkin' to my dog on a tablet

Gave 'em my last 800 off of 1000

That was my mans but he traded, he a coward

And I’m like, how the hell a nigga pose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?

Every other night a different murder scene

Every other night a different murder scene

And I got a full vision

Tryna see my son grow up and I can’t chose different

Every night dream about me killing, it was too vicious

I feel like how the hell a nigga suppose to breathe

If all they do is kill off all the kings?