Pawn to a King - DaBoii

(Eazy)

I done seen so much shit that I was never 'posed to see
It was days I was a pawn, but now I'm livin' like a king
I done dropped on the opps, I'm tryna drop on a piece
Why you speakin' on them skits, ain't even active in the beef?
I ain't fuckin' with you niggas, I been keepin' to myself
Screamin' fuck the other side, so many niggas got the belt
Bitch, I'm still buyin' diamonds for all the pain a nigga felt
I had to cut them niggas off, that shit was better for my health
R.I.P. my lil' brother, shit'll never be the same
Everybody tryna merge, so I been stayin' in my lane
I spent fifty up in clothes, I coulda put it on a chain
Niggas spendin' all they profit like this shit don't ever rain
I don't sip, I don't smoke, I been stayin' on tip
I been droppin' new hits, they still play my old shit
I been packin' 4-0, my brodie pack the four-fifth
Yeah, I heard them lil' raps, but they ain't never on shit
Ain't been worried 'bout these hoes, I been focused on these millions
Ain't been thuggin' in the hood, but with my son and we been chillin'
I can't see me crashin' out, I'm role model to the children
Been through so much pain, if you a man, then you'll feel it
I got so many guns, I been passin' hammers out
Brother, brother phase, we ain't pullin' cameras out
I done heard so much rumors, all that shit be word to mouth
Let a nigga diss the gang, then we gon' make examples out you
Sit back and count stacks, wake up, then I repeat it
I done quit the Percocets, but I been feelin' like I need 'em
They don't know when I be playin' 'cause a nigga always cheesin'
You was 'posed to keep it player, stop tellin' hoes that we be beefin'
Hell yeah, I signed a deal, but I'm still up in the trenches
You niggas ain't real, y'all some boss-ass bitches
I don't need one 'nem 'round, he don't work, he was snitchin'
Know that I ain't livin' right, but I still ask Him for forgiveness
Yeah, yeah, I got my own bitch, so I ain't worried 'bout yours
"Why you countin' up that money three times?" 'Cause I be bored
They tell me I'm applyin' pressure, but I gotta do more
They got my brother paralyzed, I'll lace up and shoot for him
Fuck 12, free the thugs, reminiscin' 'bout my niggas
I got choppers, baby A's, and they be bigger than some midgets
I had to give the bro a lecture, had to tell him quit the simpin'
Nigga, if you can't take the heat, then get the fuck up out the kitchen
On the gang, nigga