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Close your eyes Listen They get niggas time like it’s lunch down there You go down there looking for justice that’s what you find, just us It'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 (So cherish it) Like your daughter's graduation, kids marriages When the culture vulture swooped down, they start exploitin' the sound They drеw up contracts for our niggas, drew hill to drew down And I'm prayin' they sеt 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 C and Maya Angelou and God are holdin' a camcorder Ghetto reporter, live from 40 Side, you know my storyline First project rapper, triple platinum with New York at pride King's disease Most of us catch it at one point or another But evolve Letras de cancionesFind a new formula One that takes everythin' in you to make The audacity, masterfully crafted these classics, so naturally Had to be nasty back at it They argue KD1, KD2, and Magic, what's harder when? KD3 go harder than all of them Back in the not-nose, barely rubbed elbows with CEO's I was dolo, I bet it shocked y'all to see me grow And all those O's I sell, ain't attend much industry dinners Had to attend 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 us, it's a shortage, it seems I'm underground and overground and it's never been seen Real council my streams Got real people tappin' in, so that's what that means, indeed It means I got nothin' but the real checkin' in We locked in, all the way Just applaud this, yeah Trappin' about, you know what I'm sayin'? Like, I couldn't get out if I wanted to All these rappers are trapped And if we can't get out, you know what I'm sayin'? 'Til we over, 'til it's dead, 'til we in the dirt When I'm fifty years old, I wanna have fifty-year old fans Sixty-year old fans and sixteen-year old fans From Letras Mania