AraabMuzik, Black Soprano Family and OT The Real - The Crown (feat. Benny The Butcher & ElCamino)
Yeah
Benny the Butcher
O.T. the Real
You know how we do this shit
Araabmuzik
Yo, that corner gave me the heart of champions
Moving quarters on campus
Liquid cocaine what we watered the plants with
Part of the plan and was largely expanded
Black Widow, Scarlett Johansson
Lip your whip like you called the mechanic
I'm Spartacus mixed with oil with a hammer
Hoes don't call me romantic
Cuz a date to me a strip bar in Atlanta
Rick on a flight to New York with a dancer
They wanna know who are the Sopranos
But I think y'all know the answer
Saw through visions of a career crook
Make sure the business was clear cut
And my bitches stay paired up
At my homie funeral tearin' up, young
But a revenge block might turn a married pup to a werewolf
Whole family broke, I appeared such
I rocked shacks from Sears once
Even went to school and felt geared up
Now that I'm on, why would I care as much?
So if you cry for me, I hope champagne come out your tear ducts
First of the month, stamps took care of us
Now it's me versus conspirators, every month they get weirder
Bleed my prints in the game, that's what I'm here for I took that literally, stepped on the work barefoot Let's go
Heavy is the crown and I wear it on my rollie
We fighting in town, why you think I got it on me?
Everywhere I go, they be acting like they know me Everywhere I go, they be acting like they know me
Heavy is the crown and I wear it on my rollie
We fighting in town, why you think I got it on me?
Everywhere I go, they be acting like they know me
Everywhere I go, they be acting like they know me
Everybody lit till they sick, I seen it firsthand
Nine smokers pulling up the grip inside a church van
I'm trying to figure out how much horse to press inside these
Raps like a pirate, you just gotta put the work in
A legend in my trap, I lost bread and made it back
Broke, flipped the mail and bought a shell, and we just section-eight-ed that
Ain't down to ride and stand outside, where's your dedication at?
We smoked spice, hit pill lines, snuck the medication back
I been trapping since a youth, putting stash inside of coupes
I don't fraternize with goofs, my fans just maximize the truth
Hiding racks inside the pasture side, bitch, I rely on who
Stuffing 10 inside each enterprise, my friends can drive it through
Black bullets in a .40, shit look like it got beetles in it
They found my man and his arm still had a needle in it
My lil' bro blow your car up for some Eagles tickets
If you get licked, most likely your own people did it
They don't care about your rap skills
I trap pills, coke, and smoke from the poker nose to the cat skills
You could be family, you get intact still
Make them relapse and crash wheels
Relax, this how crack feels
Heavy is the crown and I wear it on my rollie
We fighting in town, why you think I got it on me?
Everywhere I go, they be acting like they know me Everywhere I go, they be acting like they know me
Heavy is the crown and I wear it on my rollie
We fighting in town, why you think I got it on me?
Everywhere I go, they be acting like they know me
Everywhere I go, they be acting like they know me
Written by:
JARED SAMUEL ERSKINE, JEREMIE SCORPIO PENNICK, JUSTIN DIEHL, MICHAEL HARRISON WALPOLE
Publisher:
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