| Yeah
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| Hello, ladies and gentlemen
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| Hit-Boy
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| I made the fade famous, the chain famous
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| QB on my chest match the stainless
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| Amazing Grace, I’m gracefully aging
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| Without masonry, I made more paper to play with
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| No rap in my playlist, sold dimes on my day shift (King)
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| So, can I breathe? |
| Can I walk? |
| Can I speak? |
| Can I talk?
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| Can I floss without you wanting me outlined in chalk?
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| Family gossiping, pocket watching him
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| Jealousy keeps blossoming, ain’t let it box me in (King)
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| 'Cause you are not a king if you can’t come out a thing
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| That you got yourself in, claiming nobody helping
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| The stupidest part of Africa produced Blacks that started algebra
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| Proof, facts, imagine if you knew that as a child, bruh
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| Nostalgia, how I remembr things
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| Remember crowns, remember, kings
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| They want your reign to cease (King)
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| You a king, you will be next to me, doing your own king shit, most definitely
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| We’re so «Say less when I speak», y’all estrogen speak
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| Respected by kings only, address me as chief
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| Invested in things only a vet would
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| Only lames front on kings, that’s expected from creeps
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| You mad at my niggas and any woman with interest in me
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| You could’ve made it (You was good), look at all the time wasted
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| Now you gotta retract statements, shoulda stuck to the basics
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| All you had to do was tell the truth, like, fuck all the fake shit
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| You should want every brother to make it out
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| But brothers want trophies, they troll for clout
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| Rap is weird, weird flex, but okay
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| You ain’t as ill as you think, you just okay
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| You got pressed in the hood, fix your jibs up, I’m on top
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| Stop fighting it, yo, stop with the over-righteousness
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| It’s so lame, this media circus greedy and worthless
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| My life got 'em tight, why they wanna see me hurt up? |
| (Why me?)
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| Real kings everywhere, stand up
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| It come with the game (King's Disease) |