Kings Never Die

Album: Southpaw (2015)
Charted: 80
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  • Here to stay
    Even when I'm gone
    When I close my eyes
    Through the passage of time
    Kings never die

    I can hear the drummer drumming
    And the trumpets, someone's tryna summon someone, I know something's coming
    But I'm running from it to be standing at the summit
    And plummet, how come it wasn't what I thought it was, was it
    Too good to be true?
    Have nothing, get it all but too much of it then lose it again
    Did I swallow hallucinogens, 'cause if not, where the hell did it go?
    'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
    Even if it means I'm selling my soul, just to be the undisputed again
    Do whatever I gotta do just to win
    'Cause I got this motherfucking cloud over my head
    Crown around it, thorns on it
    Cracks in it, bet you morons didn't
    Think I'd be back, did ya?
    How 'bout that I'm somehow now back to the underdog
    But no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is something I never bow-wow'd at
    I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it's a love-hate
    But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt
    Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count
    Only time I ever been out and about is
    Driving around town with my fucking whereabouts in a doubt
    'Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here but I'm not a quitter
    Gotta get up, give it all I got or give up
    Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept going I'm tryna be headstrong
    But it feels like I slept on my neck wrong
    'Cause you're moving onto the next, but is the respect gone?
    'Cause someone told me that
    (Kings never die)
    Don't give me that sob story liar, don't preach to the choir
    You ain't never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep
    Nobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer
    Wouldn't even take shit into consideration
    Obliterate anyone in the way
    I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to
    Show out on a track with me but it'd actually
    Have to be a fucking blowout to get me to retire
    Tell these new artists that kings never die
    I know shit has changed in this age, fuck a Twitter page
    Did it just say I've been upstaged?
    Why am I online? It's driving me crazy
    I'm riding shotgun tryna get a gauge
    On what's hot, but I'm not gonna' conform
    But as days pass in this shit
    And opinions sway, I can hear them say
    If I stay passionate maybe I can stay Jay miraculous
    Comeback as if I went away
    But detractors just say (so much) for the Renegade
    Someone's gonna make me blow my composure
    Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I'm in a cage
    (Some want a champion to fall I still wonder why I laugh at 'em
    'Cause why care when I'm awesome?)
    Fuck what these cynics say
    (Just goes to show that when my back's against the wall
    And I'm under attack again, that I'll act as if I'm posted up)
    With this pent-up rage, 'cause all these plaques in my office
    On the floor stacked against the door
    Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin' back again?
    'Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards
    And trophies just don't mean jack anymore
    If I'm here today and gone tomorrow
    And I'm not gonna be

    Here to stay
    Even when I'm gone
    When I close my eyes
    Through the passage of time
    Kings never die

    I want it, I'm coming to get it
    So you son of a bitches don't duck you're gonna get Riddick Bowe'd
    Critics'll end up in critical
    Think your shit is dope all you're gonna get is smoked then
    And I ain't stopping 'till I'm on top again, all alone and on a throne
    Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I've been owed
    Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard I broke my collarbone
    (And when it's my time to go, I'm still not leaving)
    Stop for no one, I don't know but I've been told an obstacle that
    Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for that pot of gold, 'cause

    (They say kings never die
    Just ask Jam Master Jay, they
    Just grow wings and they fly, so
    Hands up, reach for the sky
    Try to hold up and prolong these moments
    'Cause in a blink of an eye
    They'll be over)

    Tryna secure your legacy like Shakur and ensure
    Nobody's ever gonna be what you were
    So before you're leaving this Earth
    You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral berserk
    Deacon of words, syllable genius at work
    Plus I'm thinking that they're mistaking my kindness for weakness
    Kill 'em with meanness
    I went from powdered milk and Farina
    To flipping burgers on the grill for some peanuts
    From Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers
    I made it to the silver screen where Rocky's still what the theme is
    Khalil on the beat 'cause making the beat ain't the same
    Feeling to me as killing the beat is
    So fulfilling to me is what filling a seat is
    That sound, vomit, thirst and how common underground commons eat
    Outsider stomach growl, throbbing hunger
    Out-rhyming everyone, God just give me one shot
    I swear that I won't let you down
    I'ma be around forever, entertain even in the ground
    You ain't never ever gonna hear me say I ain't

    Here to stay
    Even when I'm gone
    When I close my eyes
    Through the passage of time
    Publisher: ME GUSTA MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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