Lyrics Lost Kings - 2 Chainz, Lil Durk

Lost Kings

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?