King City

Ayy, yo, Thoro
Thoro, it’s time, bro
It’s time
(Survival)
It’s all fun and games 'til the bills come
Nowadays, if they got money, they a real one
Don’t gotta live the things you rap about
You just need some feature money and to act it out
We let our heroes die, then give 'em they capes
Truth ugly, seen my guy get hit in his face
Nowadays, all the drama just get you a case
Judge roof you so high, have you sittin' in space
I been through it, that’s facts, homie
I don’t like to go to clubs without my gat on me
I know that karma’s coming back for me
And I know that ain’t too many shootin' back for me
I had to man up young in the city of slaughter
Tryna stack up for my son and just had a daughter
It’s stressin' me out, but I gotta find a way
I can’t leave 'em not okay if I should die today
Free all my dawgs trapped behind that wall right now
It’s almost over
Rest in peace Fred the Godson
R.I.P. Wee, you with me
Let’s go
Ain’t no purple rain, just some hurt and pain
They murked my man, his brother numbs it with the Percs and Xans
I’m just tryna count this money 'til it hurts my hands
They say I’m too deep in the street, it might’ve hurt my chance
Fuck 'em, though, I did what fed me
Fake friends hope I fall, but say it indirectly
The department of corrections just couldn’t correct me
Some people wouldn’t accept me, but now they all on jet-skis
The wave-riders love you up
And they leave you when you down, once you down to nothin'
That’s why it’s bottoms up 'til we bottom up
That’s why I don’t want your love, I just got a dub
From Distro, invested it in crystal
Youngin with a fixed goal, came up with the pitbulls
Grew to be a brick bull, we ain’t stoppin' if we got pulled
Stuff the safe until that bitch full