Curtiss King - Dues.Paid lyrics

You said keep it low right? They don't know they don't know They don't everything that goes into this, they really have no idea They don't know they don't know Time to let them know, Dues Paid, BOW! Man, You ain't even gotta acknowledge it, don't need trophies or nominations, fruits of my labor piling in....winning I remain so positive can't calm me down I'm pissy drunk off confidence you pessimist so keep on b**hing Never did no n***a wrong at least not purposely, but still they throwing stones of negativity I put my pain in songs, don't need that hurting me, I read my favorite Psalm today and felt like Hercules What it take for a little respect? Do I gotta poke out my chest? I got the peoples heart & closer to the People's Champ Who are you And how do you define success? Oh Who am I? I'll allow you to take a guess I'm mister just ain't quite made it yet like dinner before you cook it But look I'm in yo playlist, & that's miracle with no automobile All the thoughts in my mirrors are now filling your ears I used be lost staring at the ceiling in tears Asking the Lord why Im so different from my peers Cuz I swear sometimes that made me distant from my peers But I learned how to embrace it & it erased all my fears I ain't chasing hollow dreams or holograms of what I seen, yaaddamean I still won't sleep a wink Swear until my task completed and my heart continues beating Imma be me, playing x-box every weekend with my peeps inbetween 1,2,3 count your sheep Then go to sleep And take it easy NO, you take it easy Can't lose pace, Can't lose pace That's how my dues paid You ain't even gotta acknowledge it, don't tell me diddly squat I know what time it is & I don't own no wrist watch All about my team & my chips now give my clique guap I ain't played no games since 17 & I ain't Rick Fox Im the revenge of a new millennium Kriss Kross Blonde haired top but my silhouette is Hitchco*k I campaign on a daily, when will the sh** stop? I Finally found a good lady time to tie the knot Oooh, and I know that makes you hoes sick Like Sisqo drinking 6 cups of Cisco on a 6-4 Now everybody on the left right and everybody on the right side Come together like bu*tcheeks and put a crown up for this latchkey Kid all grown up who couldn't wait to be King Of all his insecurities he had since a teen See, Mama had a 9-5, Pops had a 9-5 But they was divorced so I had a choice where to reside My Pops was kind of strict, my mama left me fly My Pops whipped my a** it made me insecure inside I know he had some good intentions but I thought of suicide Sometimes, but when I moved with my mama it kept me alive It was a spiritual and mental therapeutic ma**age I could finally make music loud as I want in her garage Discovering my craft & getting closer to God Discovering my craft & getting closer to God Now look, 9 years deep into the future Big things coming like finger bangin Rasputia Hmmmmm, Well... 1,2,3 count your sleep Then go to sleep And take it easy NO, you take it easy Can't lose pace, Can't lose pace That's how my dues paid