CROWN

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Pass me the crown, boss nigga like me aint going down,
I already ran the streets, I ran the town,
so let me run the game, I aint fucking round
So give me that shit, its mine, I can see it now, its my time
like a star I'll shine, that young nigga in his prime
Its probably cuz I'm the truth, my words like magic, turns lies to poof
You know I'm going off in the booth,
words hit you so hard, like you losing a tooth,
trying to stack me up, so I can get me a coupe
Always riding round with the feds in pursuit
taking off, taking off, trying to let em loose,
skirt skirt skirt skirt, hit em with that juice,
they wasn't ready, wasn't ready,hit them with that boost
 
Listen, this is really me, theres a difference in who we are
and who we want to be, from a kid in his basement
to a grammy nominee, Im about to be the buzz,
so I guess that Im the Bee, only smoking loud, never tumbleweed
never call my phone unless its bout you rolling tree
think I'm playing around, nigga you gone see,
find yourself talking loud to a dial beep
and you know I never sleep, guilty conscience to how I
murder ever beat, but I'm guiding you niggas
Shepard and his sheep, got in way to deep, and realized
that shits way to sweet,
 
Just admit that I'm king man, royalty in my blood, know
some thugs that are slinging, you can't top me, try and stop me,
to many niggas turned wishy washy, killing the track,
with my mind on attack, my niggas never lack, and that is a fact
Outstunting my foes, in the land of the snow, sold some sacks of
dro, kept that shit on the low, I'm claiming my throne,
so lil homie be gone I'm a king your a pawn, and the line has been
drawn
options on options, speak truth like a prophet, they say that I lost it,
I say that I've plotted, I know what I've wanted, won't stop till I've
got it, ,so you know that I'll own it, rest in peace my opponent
a simple dethroning, I hope you're tivo-ing cause I'mma be showing
how imma be going, lets go, and you aint seen my struggle,
how can I be humble, when I conquered the jungle,
smoked blunts with uncle, i moved mota in bundles, its all in the hustle
Made my way out the rubble, my comeup so subtle, I'm the piece to
a puzzle

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KingC
Member since March 4 2015

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