Yea, how y’all feelin’ out there? We about to get it started, c’mon, lemme show you how the kings do it, got your boy Topkat, your girl Hopie Spitshard, and your boy Bambu, let’s go
Verse 1 (Hopie):
We doin’ it, liver than the Kennedys
People call me modest, used to be outsiders
Take it back to ‘90s
Bling bling and neck chains ain’t changed
I never had sh*t to my name (yup)
Was a child rockin’ hand-me-downs
Now I’m in the limelight prived by the round
Just because the masses all feelin’ my sound
Imagine, all ‘cause of rappin’, I’m laughin’
All the f*ckin’ way to the bank
All the people told me I’d never make a name for myself
Now they linin’ up to get the number to my cell
Now they drop my name just like everybody else
That’s how it is when you up on yo business
People got they name on the list for yo b*tches
I’m a queen for those ears, bring ‘em out
That’s what real king sh*t about
Chorus:
On, any given day
Who else could pay for the words that they say?
We could do big things it seems, don’t it?
We could all be kings for a moment
On, any given day
Who else could pay for the words that they say?
We could do big things it seems, don’t it?
We could all be kings for a moment
Verse 2 (Topkat):
From the darkest corners of the V, it gotta be
Mister honorary here to carry on tradition
And make it sound fly like Dom Perignon
How I rip it in front of y’all, with my A’s fitted
When it come to that bridge you know I’m Bay wit’ it
Instead of goin’ “pst I’m done,” I stay with it
Wouldn’t trade it for the world
The struggle and my music
And I will not lose ‘cause my wager is my baby girl’s hunger
My destination is the majors
Out the blue they sayin’ “who that newcomer?”
B*tch, king me now, I’m about to rule summer
I’m a GMGMC[?] a true stunner
Stellar, in the air I lift ya
‘cause all my flows come designed with propellers
Call ‘em Blackhawks, for Operation Stackola
Dope boy cuts, can't forget the baking soda
Chorus:
On, any given day
Who else could pay for the words that they say?
We could do big things it seems, don’t it?
We could all be kings for a moment
On, any given day
Who else could pay for the words that they say?
We could do big things it seems, don’t it?
We could all be kings for a moment
Verse 3 (Bambu):
Take it back to fat laces and Adi-das
La di da huh Slick Rick on ya
The Ruler’s back (say what?) minus the eyepatch
You make music for dumb-f*cks
(*with Hopie*): Why the f*ck would I buy that?
You ain’t eva eva eva in yo goddamn life
Gon’ catch a ma’f*cka throwin’ dollas in the sky
Not when a dolla can buy a bag of rice and some bread
I’d rather cop the newest milk[?] to hit the shelf instead
See that some real king sh*t, takin’ care of my folks
Don’t be proud to be the king if your region is broke
Stupid f*cka, you so ignorant
If Malcolm X came back, he’d look at y’all like, “what is this?”
Get serious, homebwoy, recognize potential
This is not why, all of those folks died before you
We the kings who hold things that don’t mean sh*t
Guess it’s cool if we only wanna be kings for a moment
Chorus:
On, any given day
Who else could pay for the words that they say?
We could do big things it seems, don’t it?
We could all be kings for a moment
On, any given day
Who else could pay for the words that they say?
We could do big things it seems, don’t it?
We could all be kings for a moment