King Chase - Taking My Time

It came as no surprise
Became a king in time
I see the game as easy work
All it takes is grind
All it took was patience 
Lost some friends along the way
Cause I be paper chasin
They stuck in mud
Im on a run
Gotta chase this feelin baby
Slowing down gon drive me crazy
Gotta get this bread some way, some how
And i ain't finna drive ms. daisy
Aint no uber finna lyft me up
Even  got a gun to press my luck
And Fuck
Had to go and sell it
But the flip came back
Took the whole thing
And i put it in to rap
How it turn out
We gon see thats facts
First start rappin
Just shit on my ex
Found out a nigga
really ill with the shit
Angry young kid
Turned king of the the pen

Just hit 30 
Still takin my time on it
King aging like wine don't he
Old hoes got they eyes on me
Made a name
And you niggaz know it

Put the bread where my mouth at
And talk that shit 
Swag higher than Gucci Mane
On the Big Catt diss
Whole city need a new wave
I go tidal with the shits
Whole game in a disarray 
Yall need a King up in this bitch
Yeah
Loose pants and two ex tees
Don't speak to me
About a fashion week
New balance
With denims cuffed
That suede grey
Just do something to me
Laid back
I don't flex for the brauds
I don't pay to put no dick in her jaw
I don't rap about the money I make
Let em wonder
It'll spotlight the hate
Sever the snakes
Check off the goals
Fuck all the banks
Get you some gold
Wanna be rich nigga invest
Some in the stock
But the most in yourself
Bro whats good with you niggaz
Y'all ain't bout the grind
I put in the hours
No humble this time
Im taking my spot
Either shoot or get shot
This crown got a home
And its right on my block

Just hit 30
Still takin my time on it
King age like wine don't he
Old hoes got they eyes on me
Made a name
And you niggaz know it

Written by:
Donovin Cofield

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