Ghetto Reporter

Close your eyes

Listen

They give **** time like it's lunch down there, Jack

You 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

**** know I don't drop this often, so cherish it

Like your daughter's graduation, kids' marriages

When the culture vultures swoop down

And start exploitin' the sound

They drew up contracts for our **** Dru Hill to Dru Down

And I'm prayin' they set

Instead, 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 was 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

In 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?

**** 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 it's a sh-shortage it seems

I'm underground and overground, and this 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 in it, we can't get out

You know what I'm sayin', till we over

Till it's dead, till we in the dirt

When I'm fifty years old

I'm gon' have fifty-year-old fans, sixty-year-old fans, and sixteen-year-old fans