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 k** 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 k** 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 j**els The labels give us j**els