E. Jones - King sh** lyrics

[Produced by E. Jones] [Intro: NIKO IS] Cheers to the OGs, I hope you live 107 years Chill recognize chill Don't chill or be chill Chilluminate law [Verse 1: NIKO IS] Your flight's so long they serve me 3 meals The wine by the gla**, unlimited refills You don't trip on the thrill seeking for cheap thrills Recording in the same factory where they manufacturing e pills When you on the move, man it's hard to be still I'm intoxicated in Amsterdam, I'm staring at a cheese wheel Another day, another hotel, more money gets more emails Came to this show solo but I'm leaving with four females At the party in the [?] there's no need for more details 300 dollars for the weed smell the tree louder than Meek Mill [?] but tell me what's new Besides couples months of tunes I recorded with the cool Important though, always eating imported food Always speaking the ghetto gospel, that's according to the truth Yea that's cool, but ask who, you? [?] [?] why people win and why people lose Oh, you gotta balance it With challenging gravity comes a lot of challenges Make something that's incredible to make up for the talent-less That's what talent is, OG [Hook: NIKO IS] Travelling all the time, pa**port of an adventurer I need a royal court fit for an emperor King sh** Perfect weather, perfect temperature Travelling all the time, pa**port of an adventurer I need a royal court fit for an emperor That's king sh** Perfect weather, perfect temperature [Verse 2: GQ] I used to wish for all of this, no really I mean I went through hell just to be like spawn for this If you ain't travelling you might not be too fond of this You lates, I woke up at the crack of dawn for this I told the post office to postpone my postcard When I realised that you couldn't respond to this My show set harder than homework at Harvard gets Audience love when I'm cutting up like barber flicks Life a movie, need a part for this? Apart from this I be sauced up like tartared fish, my n***a Having wine and food for dinner, no [?] Flights on a Friday, I'm out like Miss Parker tits I might forget, [?] all my kicks Handle my business now businesses want a partnership And I'm [?] I'm fresh as Hoes popping up at shows like Bishop at Q's locker Blowing sweets in hotel suites, somethin' vicious How he go from Golden Gates to London Bridges? I just hope it all goes well Moppin' clean, Prince Akeem, I always leave a rose trail Pour us open Luna Rossa I'm floating in Prada Make her pour her feelings out, she a broken piñata Sunset like koi scales Consider yourself lucky if you even get the voicemail [Hook: NIKO IS] Travelling all the time, pa**port of an adventurer I need a royal court fit for an emperor King sh** Perfect weather, perfect temperature Travelling all the time, pa**port of an adventurer I need a royal court fit for an emperor That's king sh** Perfect weather, perfect temperature