Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crown , by - Lloyd Banks. Release date: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crown |
| Uh, too much trauma to count the scars |
| I laid down the bricks in this house of ours |
| Bitches mount the stars, every October, there’s monster bars |
| Fuck an entourage, take your ass back to your mom’s garage |
| I’m here to stomp the frauds |
| Blood on my shoes and my outfit’s hard |
| I need a council card, I’m losin' myself |
| Two arms to guard, flew through miles of fog |
| Land where it’s hard to pronounce the broads |
| All for steady work for hatin'-ass niggas, few thousand jobs |
| Keep your foul facade, a hundred |
| A hundred percent to the finish, I hope the entire panel’s critics |
| Nothin' in common with quitters, check out my analytics |
| There ain’t no such thing as 'can't', that’s how we handle limits |
| And wrappin' the work, I cross over to the piano business |
| Won’t get the steal on me, my handle different |
| I’ve seen this shit before, the channel’s glitchin' |
| Follow my manuscriptin' |
| And money ain’t everything, but need a damn prescription |
| You niggas can’t be around here without permission |
| Make it without leavin' your soul |
| Awareness is the key to control |
| You fall, get back up, breathe and reload |
| Tellin' is tellin', fuck the reason he told |
| Word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old |
| Ain’t nothin' like reachin' a goal |
| They turn on you, they eatin' too slow |
| Some friends, you gotta leave on the road |
| The streets’ll hurt you, better leave 'em alone |
| Unless you ready, he who wears the crown knows it’s heavy (Uh) |
| All of the losers miss me, therefore my mood is shifty |
| Talkin' your worth don’t mean a thing, you gotta prove it to me |
| I need the newest sticky, foreign car that’s doin' sixty |
| Bought up in this land, the bloodsuckers never get blue when hickeyed |
| The newest Louis in maroon, I’m picky |
| The respectable dawgs’ll quit me, the reason none of your rumors fit me |
| Figured the independent route’ll push the check through |
| Niggas was quiet, but when your mics weren’t on, they disrespect you |
| The neighborhood made me special, most comfortable when the temp is risin' |
| Make classic shit out of nothin', that’s what I specialize in |
| I pull up, it’s lyrical exercisin' |
| You’re evil on the inside, it won’t matter, your physical’s mesmerizin' |
| Nothin' came to me easily, do you believe in me? |
| Weavin' out of reality, always there when I need to be |
| Move, don’t let the demons see, I got it on lock |
| Go key-for-key, ain’t no teachin' me, I been through it all repeatedly |
| Make it without leavin' your soul |
| Awareness is the key to control |
| You fall, get back up, breathe and reload |
| Tellin' is tellin', fuck the reason he told |
| Word to the young, wild and reckless, hope you live to be old |
| Ain’t nothin' like reachin' a goal |
| They turn on you, they eatin' too slow |
| Some friends, you gotta leave on the road |
| The streets’ll hurt you, better leave 'em alone |
| Unless you ready, he who wears the crown knows it’s heavy |