Lyrics Young Kings - J Nics

Cover me in gold and call me King
Nigga icy like the skating rink
Nigga pricey like her favorite mink
Fuck the jewels! Nigga run it like the kitchen sink
Hit a lick on the Brinks, Niggas in the clink
I want to see you shine GOD do the same for me
It's only right cause we all we got plain to see
Few crooks over there but they straight G
I'm in all black tee like Security
Pray to GOD I don't never get in any beef
Pray to GOD we don't never find where you sleep
Mask on at your door nigga trick or treat
Wise prophets and Proverbs and Chemistry
Niggas mix the Purple Haze with Hennessey
Selling dreams on the corner to a young Queen
Take her picture, take her soul it's the same thing
Putting money on here toes nigga gangrene
Another lost King clinging on to memories
You know them days when it seem like it never change
Nowadays barely recognize anything
Pass the torch to my seed that's on everything
Only tears for my daughter on Wedding Day
Got the Mossberg chilling by the Wedding Cake
Old habits die hard learn from Young Kings
Old habits die hard learn from Young Kings

Shine GOD

Grind KING

So won't you grind KING
So won't you shine KING

Old habits die hard learn from Young Kings
Old habits die hard learn from Young Kings