Crown (Intro) - King Chase

This another one them joints man

One of them you know me for.

Smart nigga I just play dumb.

Let da lames talk big

I don’t say much

Catch me chillin Rollin planes of the stank up

Need a wake up?

Got da kush, where to link up?

Gotta a mean cup in the whip

Left hand steering this bitch

Avion spillin

Wit da lemonade kick

Ain’t a bartender

But I’m sick with this mix

Club type fresh

On the way to your way yo bitch

I don’t really party

I chill and get rich

Ol head told me stay low, stack chips

Smoking loud, blowing clouds on the wrist

High times nigga, we lit

Lit!

Fuck all ya standards, I’m grown

I went thru hell on my own

Remember that shit when I’m on

Cause I ain’t forgetting a soul

Straight off the rip, you a hoe

Pardon my back, nigga roll

Real nigga, fuck what you know

I been the same from the go

Largo I’m claiming, I made it My home

Got with this rapping, I made my throne

Posted up we on sobe

Preach!

Cups in air, we here toastin

Preach!

Be scared of me when I’m focused

Preach!

Cause ain’t no telling wit these vocals

Preach!

They treat me like a God

When I feature.

A creature, a monster

I author this ether

Why?

Cause I paid all the cost

Now I floss like a boss

Man im just tryna put on for my people

Nigga like me get money

Whole city try to be my cousin

Everybody wanna Lil sumthin

Ion owe none of yall nuffin

If they don’t like that, then cool… Fuck em!

I ain’t Neva been the one trust em

Let my lil young nigga touch em

Seen ya Lil tweet

Shit was funny

See me with same shit in public

I ain’t for the keyboard thuggin

Trust me

None of yall had my back, that shits cool

I live for the hate, just watch as I prove

I switch up lanes, can’t copy my moves

Cause these Lames can’t help, but cop what I do

Bitch nigga!

Kanan told Ghost

Boy you It ain’t no friends in the streets

Keep ya head on swivel

Money come fast

That’s when shit get deep.

Get Deep!

Kanan told Ghost

Boy you It ain’t no friends in the streets

Keep ya head on swivel

Money come fast

That’s when shit get deep.

If I don’t post or tweet

I’m good ain’t gotta look for me

I’m either stacking paper couple grand at lead

Or hashing out small beef with some frenimies

Man, Nigga need some eyes in rear

Hate in all directions

Can’t accomplish here

Gotta get away

Just to shine this year

In my city they don’t see you

Then you light work here

Rap about the wrong hood

Thinking it was all good

Get ya ass flipped

It’s Like when ice met suge

Me I keep it 2 G

Smokin that Lah like a fugee

Bruh I swear my life is a movie

Im gone!