Nightmares of a street king I get indicted for my lifestyle, it's a G thing Just let this liquor burn my chest and all that weed stinks Coming up, we seen things, the things I did for new kicks The things I did for three wings Now we sit in meetings and shit's all cliche Like we win if he wins There ain't no man without a sin up in this cold world I'm purple rain, the street prince Still it's R.I.P. Bush like it's R.I.P Chinkz If it's R.I.P. Lad then we gon' need some more drinks And if it's R.I.P. Mo, I could've never pictured this I swear my life's picture perfect but that picture don't exist Still I'm tenth floor living, stuck up in this lift It's a myth, I'm King Kong on the top of the block How they forgot I bang my chest with my fists? Can't arrest me, I'll resist I've gotta get it, I insist I've had this problem from a kid No one couldn't tell me nish Can't hear you, gotta feel, I made 'em feel me ever since I've been mobbing ever since, had it popping ever since They've been hating ever since, just forgive me when I'm rich I still be trapping out the Ritz Before rap you know my name held weight And my scales held weight, but now my face so bait And this hate's so real like this little Trey-Eight They can't watch this space, I'm an old-school G Don't make me show my age, tryna hold shit down Cause most of my bros locked down and I can't take that L I'm tryna turn this round, it's like these clowns don't understand You need a man to lick your arse or a man to hold your hand But not me bro, Franky, check my steelo Buzzing, even she knows, we act bad like gazebos Henny and my weed rolled, a thousand suttin emails Somehow I always skip the details Stuck up in this mud, bitch I think I'm Rico They just think they're me though Fire and the brimstone, I still flip it quatro cinco Can they see me? I don't think so