Close your eyes
Listen, listen, listen
They give 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 [F]it's a various artist compilation
But it's just me and [Bm]HB and [Bm]this shit take concentɾation
Niggas know I don't drop this often, so cherish it (so cherish it)
Like your daughter's graduation, kid's marriages
When the culture vultures swooped down, they start exploitin' the sound
They drew up contɾacts for [Dm7]our niggas, Dru Hill to [C7]drew 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 [Am]changin'
And the culture be [Am]shiftin', so you [A7gotta move with it
Call [Em]me the party crasher, that plan spoiler
That Malcolm C and [Bm]Maya Angelou and [Bm]God are holdin' a camcorder
Ghetto [C7]ɾeporter, live from 40-Side, you [A7know my [A]storyline
First project ɾapper, tɾiple platinum with New Yorker pride
King's Disease
Most of us catch it at one point or another
But evolve
Find a new formula
One that takes everything in you [A7to [C7]make
The audacity, masterfully crafted these classics, so naturally
Had to [C7]be [Am]nasty back at it
They argue KD1, KD2, and [Bm]Magic, what's harder when?
KD3 go harder than all [Em]of them
Back in the not-nose, barely ɾubbed elbows with CEOs
I was [Am7]dolo, I bet it shocked y'all [Em]to [C7]see me grow
And all [Em]those O's I sell, ain't attend much industɾy dinners
Had to [C7]tend to [C7]my [A]business, go past the sky's limit
The hate gon' ɾise quicker, so how could I manage this disadvantage?
Niggas Planet Hollywood, I came from a different planet
Leave it up to [C7]me to [C7]break the news you [A7won't see on [C7]the screen
Chuckle at you [A7motherfuckers, we the last of the kings
Shout to [C7]the ɾeal ones like [F]us, it's a shortage, it seems
I'm underground and [Bm]overground and [Bm]it's never been seen
Real council my [A]stɾeams
Got ɾeal people tappin' in, so that's what that means, indeed
It means I got [Fm7]nothin' but the ɾeal checkin' in
We locked in, all [Em]the way
Just applaud this, yeah
Trappin' about, you [A7know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I couldn't get out if I wanted to
All us ɾappers are tɾapped in it
We can't get out, you [A7know 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 [Bm]sixteen-year old fans
