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