Protégé - King N Da North

Yea
Okay
Everyday I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Dre
Or better yet
It's Protegé now nigga
I got my foot up on the gas
U-Hauling up on y'all ass
But I'm moving up
Just to take my place on niggas
Right on the throne
Cause daddy's home
I know I been away too long
And by too long I mean overdue
But now my time to rule
King of the North
This is not your sport
You not made for this
I do not play with this
So get up off my court
Sport-ten, Only
Whats comfy to me
And in this life I
Only want the shit that's coming to me
A little mula, wooja
From a chick that's fit for
Karma Sutra
My niggas fit to show how
Karma suit ya
So please don't run up
Soulja
Prolly will be the worst for ya
Don't need a hearse
I'll just kill you in a verse
See I'm lethal with this shit
Like I'm Mel Gib
Only so I can one day stunt
My shit off on MTV Cribs
Materialistic
But damn I'm gifted so
This what it is
Rapper, is my working place
Now watch me as I work the safe
Like a model chick who always
Seems to think she's overweight
I won't stop until I make sure
All you niggas regurgatate
Every single line
The misery from my mind
Wishing I could go back
And sow that
Praying to my Jesus piece
Like I was Kodak but know dat
Really gets me no where
Cause my skin black and icy
With that nappy hair
But fuck what do a nigga care
I'm still out here mobbin
Plottin, on the low
The furtherest thing from perfect
But the closest thing to worth it
That all of these bitches know
So, they tolerate my ways
Until I find them intolerable
Shows how much you niggas know
That's why I always son y'all
Getcha starting 5, I'll get mine
We bound to run y'all
Most underrated
So lets get well acquainted
The names Protegé
And I was born to be the ODogg
Menace to Society
Stop trying me
Nigga I already know my kicks are fly
So please don't bother me
Shoe away
I'm tryna get some loot today
Hit the splif
And don't even spray
Hoes love my odor
Young Hova
I just followed the blueprint
In the true sense
Niggas stuck on stupid
Clueless
Truly, afraid to be students
To the knowledge that's given
Refusing to listen by people
Who already do this
Rather, listen to their homies
Till their homies turn to phonies
Phone me, shit you probably couldn't
Unless you bout to show me that money
Mr. Cuban Gooding
And I really don't believe that hype
That proof not in the pudding
That's just a pill
To keep you from seeing
What is real
That's why you niggas couldn't hype me
Wouldn't buy my stuff
I remember the days when
720 Wouldn't even invite me up
But now that I got the Midas touch
They choppin' at the bit
Like you should come to place
And spit, but I'm not on that list
Remember? Cause sure I do
But now that I'm getting this Dough
Cause all a nigga do
Is rip show after show
Just to let you niggas know
That I'm ready for toe to toe
I'm standing in the ring
Cause Protegé is
King

Written by:
Keondre Gholston

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