Streetz-N-Young Deuces - Place Me lyrics

[Young Deuces] Comin' straight from the middle, No it's not a Riddle who about to wreck it/ Streetz & Young bout to black out, like our name was Red & Method/ Hard Punchlines, why you n***az scratchin' like a record/ Tell them haters they should king me, and I aint talkin' checkers/ Why you thinking you can stop it? Homie you should know/ I'm Aaron Rodgers in the pocket, Chargin towards the goal/ Plus i'm spittin wit a rocket, Apollo with the flow/ You aint f**ing' with this hotness, thats hoppin off the stove/ I be murderin' you wack cats, send em to a rest haven/ I'm a monster, lyrically i'm Wes Craven/ I am amazing, no Spider-man, I am That/ Johnny Storm in the booth, you can call me fire man/ Throw up ya lighters fam, we about to shine/ Told these n***az all we needed was some time, you aint matchin our grind/ Best believe that i'm stricking with mine/ now you seein' dat i'm Tyson in his prime, young two's, what up!/ [Chorus] They held us down for the longest, only made us the strongest/ Quittin' is for the weak, showin we really want it/ Been slept on, overlooked, rarely every mentioned/ I swear I think these n***az must be senseless/ Place Me amongst G's, Place me amongst Kings/ Place Me amongst G's, Place me amongst Kings/ (Now meet me at the top) [Mickey Factz] Meet me at the top of the north pole, cold with the talents/ You watching the throne? I'm alone in the palace/ Come to girls, pick & roll, im alone when the pa** it/ Take it to the hole and turn on some Jazz quick/ Mailman my delivery is tight/ Rain, sleet or snow the opitome of nice/ Goin postal, don't need a stamp or approval/ In my career, I been tryna advance to a guru/ I got the juice, f** rider mask/ The best hands down, like 6:30 you know what time it is/ Aqua flow, like a shower head, Easy/ And for that feature, i'ma need that fee G/ Your girl give, smart water, mouth wet/ Dawg her out when she gave me the kitty like house pets/ Now You broke up, because i s** best/ I'm at the top, you local, on ya ex press/ [Chorus] [Streetz] It's gettin hot, I show you how to win no losses/ Top floor in Vegas, suit next dorr to Ross's/ f** a Ben, the Ashton, is callin my name/ Connect Heavy, kind of work, that'll put ya to shame/ Aye look, tats on my body, chop a top like Karate/ Popped up so quick, they think I joined the illuminati/ You not used to nothing, i'm used to stuntin/ Recline when I push the bu*ton, you n***az is frontin/ I dead that, leave a n***a thought's in his girl lap/ In memory of, you sensative thug/ And of course i'm that n***a, mines is way bigger/ Just laugh when we see ya'll, HA! You rap n***az/ I'm surrounded by the best aint no other way/ Live ya life cause you might not get another day/ I said it might not get another day/ Place me amongst Kings and no other way/ [Chorus]