Lyrics
This is my time, this is my hour
This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power
If it's my reign, then it's my shower
This pole position, I made a lane 'cause they blocked ours
Boys, block bleeders
Gold diggers don't stop either
Motivation is misguided
If it hit the mark, then it's not needed
Carry on like a carry-on
And my side-side, I let tag along
Call me "daddy" from a complex
'Cause her mother's mother's wouldn't marry mom
No excuses, no regard
Step on the brick like a promenade
Twenty thousand on calling cards
And I'm speaking Spanish like Don Omar
But I'm King Push
This king push
I rap, rap about trap, trap
I don't sing hooks
With the sly talk
Miss me with all the pie talk
When them lights on you and them letters big
You point us out just like an eye-chart
But that's my fault
My details of the sidewalk
For eleven years, we seen better years
We was sellin' birds over the time port
My first Grammy was my first brick
Red carpet, every bad, bad
More BMF than Billboard
I got a label deal under my mattress
'Cause I'm King Push
Still King Push
I rap, rap about trap, trap
I don't sing hooks, ah
(Nothing bad, nothing bad)
Vultures to my culture
Exploit the struggle, insult ya
They name-dropping 'bout cop-copping
But never been a foot soldier (nothing bad)
Let's have another look, just get a little closer
Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha
In a cranberry roadster, inside track on the G rap poster
Best d-boy, all I'm missing is a dash
Difference between me and Hova
But I'm King Push
Still King Push
I rap, rap about trap, trap
I don't sing hooks, ah (nothing bad, nothing bad)
