[Intro]
[1st verse: El Prez]
When life was perfect we was worshipped like some kings and queens
But now we working from the bottom tryna live our dreams
Some of us see it, others Be it, don't fall in between
And when that crown is on ya head you'll feel the same, King
This ain't the game for losers
No beggars, yes only choosers
We waking up with roosters, sleeping after work consumes us
We fascinated with big faces and gold Medusas
Gold bottles, gold rooms, with them gold goose's
See we born losers, parents probably drug users
Destiny meant to be walking around in them same shoes
We Riding thru the hood like Deebo on that beach cruiser
Wishing we could make it out before this fast life consumes us
So we steady moving this work to these rap consumers
In a race against fate, mayne, just watch me maneuver
I told my little homie take a look into the future
And if you wanna meet success, let me introduce ya
[Hook: El Prez]
My little homie told me he just trying to maintain
I try to mold him, told him he could be the same King
But everytime he see me rolling in that dope ride
My little homie told me he just want the same thang
My little homie told me he just trying to maintain
I try to mold him, told him he could be the same King
[2nd Verse: El Prez]
Grown up as a statistic
This life we always risked it
Just trying to go the distance
Applying that cold persistence
We in the den with the lions and all the cobras hissing
Call 'em competition
We fry them like Louisiana chicken
I'm reminiscing about granny cooking it in the kitchen
And all my uncles were schooling me, told me pay attention
They used to pull up in Porsches, Benz's and flaunt expenses
Legal trappin' money, by watching them they imparted wisdom
They always told me to get it while you're still young and moving
And that success is the difference between talking and doing
You motormouth muthafuckas need to park it and mute it
Cause y'all ain't really saying nothing, y'all just moving units
I spark a Cuban and lay back while I'm solving a Rubiks
Born in this clueless, now I feel like I already knew this
Targeting Judases tryna throw a dart at my movement
These niggas talk about the grind let me see you prove it
[Hook: El Prez]
My little homie told me he just trying to maintain
I try to mold him, told him he could be the same King
But everytime he see me rolling in that dope ride
My little homie told me he just want the same thang
My little homie told me he just trying to maintain
I try to mold him, told him he could be the same King
[verse 3: El Prez]
Yo what's your life's purpose?
This is community service
And if you ain't making sense then you niggas are worthless
They want them dead presidents but I never feel nervous
Roll with a secret service, come at me wrong and it's curtains
Clean as detergent in some shit you ain't finding at urban
Sicker than Ervin, when I fly through the city I'm swerving
The presidential-tinted windows and the black suburbans
That let you know our mind operates like brain surgeons
We clowning in that Audi, call it five-ring circus
And all my niggas want that ice man like George Gervin
So we politic connect, wit a policy direct
Cutting out the middleman and now we rap merchants
Sucka' niggas lurking, fuck 'em we just keep working
And if they pose a threat, ill have them fighter jets merc them
Never get upset, nah, get what you deserving
That's what I told my little homie and I hope he heard it
[Hook: El Prez]
My little homie told me he just trying to maintain
I try to mold him, told him he could be the same King
But everytime he see me rolling in that dope ride
My little homie told me he just want the same thang
My little homie told me he just trying to maintain
I try to mold him, told him he could be the same King
[Outro]
