Crown

I told you

Like Meek, I'm outside, fly, puffing a stick
Then inside, crying, hugging my bitch, a bit different, huh
Starry eyed at the glint on your wrist
But it's the stint they slipped in after I slapped that shit
Yeah, that's a warning, dog
You ain't ever looked up when it's pouring, dog
Me, I ain't never looked tough when I'm mourning
Cause I let the pain pour and I'm the clay and the mortar
Of the bricks they made stories of

Flows like it's four of us
Dropped ""4 the Sport"", got picked up by the Warriors
Still haven't missed, might have Steph, have him benched
3's a cinch, need a 6 like EDM need a synth, right?
Making shit that the kids, chicks, and men like
Demonstrate how I live life
We been straight, they be here, but they in line
Fat rails, thin lines, skate on her I'm inclined

The mind is a scary place, and it will not slow down
I'm not defined by you anyways, I wear my own crown
But it's all love, it's all love, it's all love, it's all love
Shit, you must of had me confused

I got to clamming up, yeah
Blood clots in my stamina, yeah
My kind fucked the planet up, so
Buck shots to your mans
West coast got alot of gold, but cold got a harder grip
Then doors start to open up, and O's get to locking lips

He talking shit, but you know that's only part of it
I'm on this hunt hunt, prayers up to Artemis
I'm on this one year turn around like Coach Carter did
Mike art got a Rocky type arc, isn't it
Crave case with the shits
Facts I would keep a brave face when I spit if it wasn't this
Cause I'm sick like his kid wasn't his, but his friends
But the kid's still with his, past the end of his ends
Till the end of this earth, past the hearse, to the dirt, word

Pain not what the good lose, yeah, came up on some good news

Do bad shit in good moods, rather fuck it up then hesitate with what I should do

Pain not what the good lose, came up on some good news
Yeah, brain knocking my foot loose
Good move, somewhere overseas where they cook moose
Books bruised up from the bucks that I cooked through
Took too long with my songs, says you, but
You ain't knew, yeah
I got raw as shit, came back so cold I could probably fit
All this on a page, call it Parliament
Await the kids, they gon make it law and lit
And never take a paycut, FRANK don't want the walls, bitch
It's no love
If you ain't got the goal, then you gots to go
Got a Rolls, but ain't got a role, so he gotta roll
Prodigal ain't no problem for my muhfuckin goals
Suck it slow, unless you letting go, then just do it

The mind is a scary place, and it will not slow down
I ain't defined by you anyways, I wear my own crown
But it's all love, it's all love, it's all love, it's all love