Crown
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This ain't no wave, this a lifestyle
Fuck the past cause we livin' right now
Every chick say I'm they type now
Cause I'm makin' moves off shit I write down
Northside's finest, we too piped up
Tell them niggas we can't pipe down
We handle business in my town
Bout a check like the ones on my Nikes now
I picked the mic up like a habit
Ever since I grabbed it,
I can't put the mic down
Fuck the chitter and the chatter
None of that shit matter
Cause they talking nice now
You only as good as yo team
Thus not just for me,
the vision for the guys now
Tryna run a check up like a clinic every minute
No bringin' the price down
When you the captain ain't no time for restin'
Or nappin', or even to lie down
Somebody pass me a light while I roll up this flight
And tell 'em turn the lights down
This that number one drip
Ain't no duplicating my sound
I'm tryna duck and dodge all of these bitties
In the city that want the pipe now
But they know I'm damn near married
My chick remind me of a young Halle Berry
That rap better than Lauryn and sing like Mary
Blessed like Mary Mary, but still rollin' up the Mary
Walk inside a room, everybody gone be starin'
That shit is all mine, I ain't really into sharin'
My nigga got a 9 on him like Jason Terry
Only Jones that I'm tryna keep up with is Jerry
Been on my shit and I been with the clique
And I bend the rules all of the time
I been on my vibe and I been on my grind
So I think that it's been bout damn time
No Bruce Will, but I saw the signs
That I would get crowned a king in due time
Everything on point just like porcupines
Brought my sand to the beach and then drew the line
I made it here finally
This what you been dyin' to see
So come catch a vibe with me
I need that shit now, now, now
I got the guys with me
I know that they'd die for me
We movin' so silently
They holdin' me down, down, down
I got no time for sleep
Got too many sights to see
Got too many heights to reach
That shit for my town, town, town
I want the diamond rings
And all of the finest weed
And all of the finer things
Every king need a crown, crown, crown
All the way in with no exit plan
So I'm workin' hard has a Mexican
I can't sit back and just let 'em live
Bein' honest dawg I'm way too competitive
They was sleepin' on my like a sedative
So I mixed the music with the medicine
'Member they ain't even let us in
Nowadays me and Ben Frank the best of friends
Flashback to my younger days
When we was overworked and we was underpaid
And we was window shoppin' at The Galleria
Trying on everything that was on display
And now my haters ain't got shit to say
And my old hoes still want that dick from me
'Cuz we turned lemons into lemonade
All because we was gifted like Christmas day
I need all my peace and mind
And that big crib that's on a lake
Need a chef that cook it well
Whenever I want shrimp and steak
I need millions for my people
And to buy some real estate
I need all my opps to know that they can't stop me being great
I need all my songs to go apeshit like I was rockin' Bape
Need my shorty on the beach in Turjs and Caicos eatin' grapes
Need a mouth full of pink diamonds that came straight from Jonny Dang
I need a crown that say H-Town
I don't care how much work it take
I made it here finally
This what you been dyin' to see
So come catch a vibe with me
I need that shit now, now, now
I got the guys with me
I know that they'd die for me
We movin' so silently
They holdin' me down, down, down
I got no time for sleep
Got too many sights to see
Got too many heights to reach
That shit for my town, town, town
I want the diamond rings
And all of the finest weed
And all of the finer things
Every king need a crown, crown, crown