Are we kings, are we gods?

Are we pawns, are we kings?

Are we perfect, are we flawed?

Are we humans, are we dead?

Either it's even, or it's odd

Do you kill or you rob

Or you deal or you chops

So you think, so you are

Be the king, the executive desk where you sit

In the hoods, in the place where he rest

That's where he spit

And the trash and the pot from the table

That's what we get

Give us tame and guns that kill label

So we bit

That apple that he sells us

I watch my brother try to work to do something better

And I get jealous

By nature we rebellious

Was taught by the king, now watch how martyrs die

Along, well, I'm the helias

Without even a song that we can sing along

We swear that we kings on the throne

We yellin' that we kings and each and every song

To masters that the record labels on

Rooks

We sacrificed our queens for these reality shows

They bill a check, but the whole world see that they broke

We think we kings cause we gettin' those bricks and that blow

But the king ain't even the one that's wrapping the ship and the dough

We think the king's on his corner with his little marijuana

Skippin' across the board to be slain, knocked ova

We pawns so we fall in this game october

The king is seeing us all die then step over

You think that i'm lying, take a look

How we going to be kings we ain't rooks

In hip-hop the kings are the jewels

The labels give us jewels