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