Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 88 King, artist - Kid XDate of issue: 11.07.2019
Song language: English
88 King |
| The king the king the king has arrived they can’t survive |
| By dropping you top six, make it cancel five |
| No chance of finding remains, just crash dummies |
| Sleeping on me give em the pacifier |
| Shit, I heard em ask if I feel I’m past my prime |
| Not at all them niggas done jacked my style |
| Now we all signed the same |
| On my mac hustle just look at how I styled the game |
| They waiting on me to slip up |
| Little do they know that I’m the 88 king |
| Slash king of the switch up |
| One of the best past present and into |
| The future, I swear I owe it all to my mentors |
| I’m Teargas so I could never lose my momentum |
| This' a new prime that I’m approaching, UFO shit |
| What’s a player to a God, player coaching |
| On my know-it-all looking like I barely know shit |
| Straight face, make em wonder if I feel emotion |
| Keep the cards close to my chest |
| This the hand of the head case |
| If you wondering if I even wrote it |
| Plenty battle scars on my flesh way beneath the clothing |
| Looking for different ways just to seize the moment |
| It’s 88 King season, fuck your season homey |
| I probably need a season only |
| And you can ask around town |
| I can tell you feel the need to know me |
| Rap’s most prized possession |
| (shit) I fucked the game up |
| The sound of the crowd you hear |
| Is no different from cries of passion |
| When you’re making love |
| The same 88 King that you hate to love |
| Rap’s most prized possession |
| (shit) I fucked the game up |
| The sound of the crowd you hear |
| Is no different from cries of passion |
| When you’re making love |
| The same 88 King that you hate to love |
| They may not say it in words but their actions might suggest it |
| I set a question that for many a night |
| If these rappers will ever solve for me |
| 2012 I fucked around and? |
| a lady a mic |
| Said I want you to sing a song for me |
| Sing a sing for them, make sure that they know it’s all from me |
| This was back in the day when I was lurking in the shadow |
| 'Til it dawned on me that the game needed more from me |
| We was preping the days away living unlawfully |
| But as I grew I realised the environment has nothing left to offer me |
| I wanted more from me |
| Same cats that opened the door for me |
| Would turn around, open the door and ask the boy to leave |
| But I ain’t trippin I’m just reminiscing |
| This is real life rap |
| If you can’t listen or respond to me |
| I maneuver through the system, they can’t alter me |
| They say they want the raps again |
| But I’m convinced they don’t really know what they want |
| This point I guess I’m only rapping for my day ones |
| Who know me for snapping like crazy before I came up |
| Want me on my back in the day shit, 'fore I went mainstream |
| Always kinda knew that I would never need a day job |
| Living with the rapping that pays me |
| The kids look at me in amazement |
| Then there’s the odd few who struggle at math |
| Thinking they can crack my equation |
| It’s that X they couldn’t solve for, higher grade shit |
| My lack of patience had my first feeling so sophomore |
| I’m top floor dreaming started out in the basement |
| It would be a minute 'fore they ever replace me |
| I made Seven long before I was named seventh on the list |
| Now I 3 Quarter Pace and I’m just place setting |
| This is real dope, not what they selling |
| All this playtime while you play second |