Close your eyes

Listen (listen, listen)

They give niggas time like it′s lunch down there, JackYou 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 swoop down, they start exploitin' the sound

Thеy drew up contracts for our niggas Dru Hill to Dru Down

And I′m prayin' they set

Instеad, 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 seein Maya Angelou in Ghana holdin' a camcorder

Ghetto reporter, live from 40 Side, you know my storyline

First project rapper, triple 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 to make

The audacity masterfully crafted these classics

So naturally, had to be Nasty back at it

They argue KD1, KD2 or Magic, what's harder when

KD3 go harder than all of them?

Back in the 9-0s, barely rubbed elbows with CEOs

I was dolo, I bet it shocked y′all to see me grow

And the 0-0s, I still ain't attend much industry dinners

Had to tend 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 counts on 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

I′m trapped in hip-hop, you know what I'm sayin'?

Like, I couldn′t get out if I wanted to

All us 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 50 years old, I wanna have 50-year old fans

60-year old fans and 16-year old fans