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This is my time, this is my hour This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power If it's my reign, then it's my shower This pole position, I made a lane 'cause they blocked ours Boys, block bleeders Gold diggers don't stop either Motivation is misguided If it hit the mark, then it's not needed Carry on like a carry-on And my side-side, I let tag along Call me 'daddy' from a complex 'Cause her mother's mother's wouldn't marry mom No excuses, no regard Step on the brick like a promenade Twenty thousand on calling cards And I'm speaking Spanish like Don Omar But I'm King Push This king push I rap, rap about trap, trap I don't sing hooks With the sly talk Miss me with all the pie talk When them lights on you and them letters big You point us out just like an eye-chart But that's my fault My details of the sidewalk For eleven years, we seen better years We was sellin' birds over the time port My first Grammy was my first brick Red carpet, every bad, bad More BMF than Billboard I got a label deal under my mattress 'Cause I'm King Push Still King Push I rap, rap about trap, trap I don't sing hooks, ah
(Nothing bad, nothing bad) Vultures to my culture Exploit the struggle, insult ya They name-dropping 'bout cop-copping But never been a foot soldier (nothing bad) Let's have another look, just get a little closer Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha In a cranberry roadster, inside track on the G rap poster Best d-boy, all I'm missing is a dash Difference between me and Hova But I'm King Push Still King Push I rap, rap about trap, trap I don't sing hooks, ah (nothing bad, nothing bad)
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