The King's Dead - Mainstream lyrics

[Verse 1] How the f** am I supposed to rock the show sober? I need a drink tell a b**h to bring it over I'm so gone boy, now I'm talking nonsense You ain't bout money man, thats nonsense No coins I need a dime please I need a Williams and a Reeder, who do I see? This is Mrs. Marry Jane, she really chill yo! You may have seen her in ya favorite rappers video She's really up there, you know first cla** If you've ever get a shot you probably wanna work that Is she a bad chick? College life, drinking Con Above average, Vuitton - Luboton - She needs a good Header, better yet good head Someone like now, without using the tool shed I'm Tryna Screw You, And Your Friends Too Thats what the labels say, and then they sign you Before they find you, they tryna guide you Like this is mainstream n***a f** the soul Inside you Ok then Rock! Here you go! Mainstream till your video stereo So typical, how you even like that? Lookin back now, why you even write that .. Why you even write that.. [Verse 2] I put my jealous in the air like a viking! Heart so cold that my chest started icing When I get the ice in the cards, will you like me? I talk about the cries and my boys wanna fight me Just because your hungry man that dont mean you can bite me Make your own lane man do not try to Might me Cuz everybody's Jordan nobody's ever Michael If anybody's scoring and no body's an idol And we dont need the points motherf**er just the ring Drink a little more Gin for that tied extinct 'fore I write another verse I think about my message Think about my life and how I should address it How tha f** am I supposed to be a real Kid When they never even givin hell what real really is I could never change me to see me blow Can't be real if I ain't fake thats Pinocchio [Hook] If it ain't about the money then its the cars If it ain't about the Whips then its prolly for the broads Well I wanna make a toast to the Beast For selling his Soul to Me If it ain't about the money then its the cars If it ain't about the Whips then its prolly for the broads Well I wanna make a toast to the Beast For selling his Soul to Me [Verse 3] When the moon Shine, wolfs cry I dont ever sleep man They be keeping me up, early to the A.M Rep for the Lions, food for the youngsters I write a verse feed it to a far from them Monsters I dont never get close, maybe I should change that My Dark side is k**in them they wish we never came back Dark is so evil thats cause you dont even know me To me they so Heavenly, to you they so phony Club won't even play me, they say im not a Famie Famous for the Rich I just dont think people change me But you just got of stage, wha? Baby can you really blame me? Its Bitter Sweet success and this clime is so tangy Suppose that I could taste it so much that I could face it If Jordan never four-fived he probably be amazing Legends never leave they just start aging And money never stays, it just starts changing