Fallen King

[Verse 1]

They never ever thought that I would even make it this far though

Scared it'll fade again, I'm saverin' like I'm Eduardo

Bumping my recordings out of Lino's Monte Carlo

That's the closet thing at fifteen I had to be star, slow--



--ly started stepping up the latter, lathered up in glory

But friends turns to foes and that's sad enough a story

You get no supporting like your spit game is corny

'til you start seeing checks like the Knicks game, floor seats



And that shit is mad shallow

Itching for a purpose so I play the game for aloe

But started unaware of the hysterics and how low

It gets you when you're down like you get pounded at the foul throw



I drop a new record to impress and I'm expecting nothing lesser than a skyrocket

But I guess I did forget about the pressure as I press another dollar out of my pocket



Just for seeing me myself perform again, at the next show they'll be swarming in

Need to find a secret, thought this era was Victorian

Victorious, it's obvious my head was under water when

I had this clear vision, getting annoyed with this



Shit it's too drawlin, cause I'm bluffing for an all in

Dreams so large, man I sees it like I calls it

But when it falls through, only you are in the wrong

So you're living off the energy you have to prove in every song