Close your eyes ListenThey give niggas time like it's lunch down there, Jack You go down there looking for justice, that's what you find, just usIt's comedy, it's hilarious Look yourself in the mirror Tell me times ain't the scariest For me, droppin' album after album Like it's a various artist compilation But it's just me and hb And this shit take concentration Niggas know I don't drop this often, so cherish it Like your daughter's graduation, kids' marriages When the culture vultures swoop down And start exploitin' the sound They drew up contracts for our niggas dru hill to dru down And I'm prayin' they set Instead most artists don't live as good as the execs And they end up depressed Scarred by a&rs, the music be changin' And the culture be shiftin' So you gotta move with it Call me the party crasher, that plan spoiler That malcolm seein' maya angelou in ghana holdin' a camcorder Ghetto reporter Live from 40 side You know my storyline First project rapper triple platinum with new yorker prideKing's disease Most of us catch it at one point or another But evolve Find a new formula One that takes everything in you to makeThe audacity Masterfully crafted these classics So naturally had to be nasty back at it They argue kd1, kd2, or magic was harder when Kd3 go harder than all of them Back in the 9-0s barely rubbed elbows with ceos I was dolo, I bet it shocked y'all to see me grow In the 0-0s I still ain't attend much industry dinners Had to tend to my business Go past the sky's limit The hate gon' rise quicker So how could I manage this disadvantage Niggas planet Hollywood, I came from a different planet Leave it up to me to break the news you won't see on the screen Chuckle at you motherfuckers we the last of the kings Shout to the real ones, like it's a shortage it seems I'm underground and overground, and this never been seen Real counts on my streams Got real people tappin' in, so that's what that means IndeedIt means I got nothin' but the real checkin' in We locked in All the way Just applaud this, yeahI'm trapped in hip hop, you know what I'm sayin', like I couldn't get out if I wanted to All us rappers are trapped in it, we can't get out You know what I'm sayin', till we over Till it's dead, till we in the dirt When I'm 50 years old I'm gon' have 50-year-old fans, 60-year-old fans, and 16-year-old fans
