
King on My Own
· 2:56 · 6 plays · v2.2
- rap
- hardcore hip hop
- east coast hip hop
- gangsta rap
- violin
- viola
- cello
- steel band
- bass trombone
- bass drum
- snare drum
Lyrics
Pre-Intro
Storms in my soul, I been weatherin' pain
Born in the struggle, learned the rules of the game
Tunnel vision grind, every scar got a reason
Lessons from the street, make me cold through the seasons
Intro
I remember way back, now I'm prepared for the pay backs
Like they always hate facts
Intro
I remember way back, now I'm prepared for the pay backs
Like they always hate facts
Verse 1
I remember way back, cold nights in the trap
Hustlin' hard, no sleep, just a dream on the map
Runnin' from the past, shadows lurkin' in the dark
Now I'm countin' stacks, got the fire, spark the arc
Blood on my hands, but I wear it like a badge
Survivin' every storm, ain't no time for the sad
Used to be broke, now I'm stackin' up the paper
Enemies lurk, but I’m the predator, the taper
Chorus
Way back, way back, can’t forget what they lack
Prepared for the pay back, never cut me no slack
Way back, way back, only real with the facts
Now I’m ready, no regret, put my city on the map
Verse 2
Eyes on the prize, yeah, I’m ready for the game
Turned my pain to power, never lookin' the same
Lessons from the streets, they engraved in my mind
Now I’m movin' with a purpose, leave the past behind
Dark thoughts in my head, but I’m chasin' the light
Prepared for the pay, yeah, I'm ready to fight
From the bottom to the top, now I’m claimin' my throne
In a world full of wolves, I’m the king on my own
Chorus
Way back, way back, can’t forget what they lack
Prepared for the pay back, never cut me no slack
Way back, way back, only real with the facts
Now I’m ready, no regret, put my city on the map
Verse 3
Snakes in the grass, learned to move with precision
Cold steel in my soul, no escape from decisions
Did dirt for the bread, but my hunger ain't fed
Took losses in silence, only talkin' with lead
Still ridin' solo, can't trust what they say
Seen loyalty shatter in the heat of the day
Grinding for the future, every dollar a stake
Betrayal's a teacher, now I'm wide awake
Chorus
Way back, way back, can’t forget what they lack
Prepared for the pay back, never cut me no slack
Way back, way back, only real with the facts
Now I’m ready, no regret, put my city on the map
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