Текст песни Young Kings - Mighty , Roo

It's time to put em out they misery
Scratch that
I'm throwing salt on they wounds
And adding insult to injury
And we done came a long way
From days at Hidden Creek
It's funny how the simpler days
Turned in to symphonies
But how could I complain
We really moving up
I used to beg my people to listen
Now I don't give a fuck
I used to think that I was the victim
Like I had given up
The crown had always been in my vision
Just had to pick it up

And now I'm wearing it
And staring at
All the niggas they compare me wit
Like this embarrassing
You can't be serious
Impractical jokers
Y'all makin me colder
But when I set the world on fire
I hate to say that I told ya
I'm a grower but not a shower
Rider but not a roller
I laugh but ain't never joking
I'm actively takin over
The spot that the top is holding
I'm not gonna let it go
And I know
I only get one shot
But I might reload it
And Just like u said that you would never do
You getting lazy boy and cutting corners like a sectional
Y'all say y'all makin noise
I mean hear you but I'm skeptical
And losing is yo choice
But know to me it's just unacceptable

It's time to put em out they misery
Scratch that
I'm throwing salt on they wounds
And adding insult to injury
And we done came a long way
From days at Hidden Creek
It's funny how the simpler days
Turned in to symphonies
But how could I complain
We really moving up
I used to beg my people to listen
Now I don't give a fuck
I used to think that I was the victim
Like I had given up
The crown had always been in my vision
Just had to pick it up

And dust it off
Spit-shine it with my elbow
When they ask me if I'd give it up
Of course I tell em Hell No
Sticking to the game and the code
Like its Velcro
Steady making moves to making movies on your cell-phone
Ask around I'm well-known
Like The color yellow
Yelling Rocket Records
Til my name is on a headstone
We just young kings from the ghetto
All the drive in the world
Could play the part for Toretto
It's hard to hear what you sayin
When my mind is on capitol
Cuz if it don't involve money
Just go ahead and wrap it up
No excuse
But all the time I wanna stack it up
I've had enough
But now I'm up
It's funny how it's adding up

It's time to put em out they misery
Scratch that
I'm throwing salt on they wounds
And adding insult to injury
And we done came a long way
From days at Hidden Creek
It's funny how the simpler days
Turned in to symphonies
But how could I complain
We really moving up
I used to beg my people to listen
Now I don't give a fuck
I used to think that I was the victim
Like I had given up
The crown had always been in my vision
Just had to pick it up