Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gimme the crown, somebody gimme the crown
Gimme the crown, somebody gimme the crown
Gimme the crown
[Verse 2]
Yo, burn slow, if you hate, you get flamed out
Everybody in the States know my name now
Two hunnid K just chilling in the PayPal
I'm 'bout to blow, get away now to safe ground
All you **** steady rapping with the same sound
Fucking with the same bitches, kissing all the same mouths
I been doing this since the playground
Just did a show in Detroit where they filmed the movie 8 Mile
[Verse 3]
I'm 'bout to lose myself, I do myself
The truth is felt and you can tell
Shit, if I was you, I would shoot myself
Nah, if I was a scout, I'd recruit myself
Made an album, no budget and recoup myself
Y'all **** can't even tie your shoes yourself
Got a song worldwide on the radio
All independent, you signed and you got shelved, damn
[Verse 4]
But I still gotta prove myself
Know I'm the greatest, where the belt at?
Fifty million plays on Facebook, I know they felt that
Haters fell back 'cause they know that I melt tracks
I'm the shit, smell that
Rolling in the deep, where's Adele at?
Squad up, WTF Gang pulling up in five trucks
Don't get me fired up
I made a living off this music and you **** ain't even made five bucks
[Verse 5]
Okay I'm tired of debating, let me end the conversation
I been running Arizona, boy
And I been trying not to say it 'cause you don't deserve attention
But lately I'm getting so annoyed
The comments is hard to avoid
And anybody that want it can come and get destroyed
The funny thing is I'm living out in L.A.
And went back home just for a week to see my other bitch in Illinois
[Verse 6]
I could take a break for a year, come back, and I know that it won't change
I'ma still be known 'round the globe, and you still gon' be a no-name
You made a song, you was hoping that it might work
Next time you open up for me, I hope your mic work
Yo' album hit the charts one day, it was gone day two
That's what we call light work
Game over, I don't think the lights work
Y'all **** getting washed like my shirt
Shitting on 'em, my diet heavy in fiber
And don't nobody wanna see me in a cypher
I swear to god if you give me a day to write first
The mic burst, you might get hurt from the backlash
When my song come on in the car, they start yelling from the backseat
Like they on Cash Cab
[Verse 7]
Bombs over Baghdad
Y'all **** getting dropped like a baby getting held by a bad dad
Every time I diss clowns, don't nobody know who the diss 'bout
Honestly, that's sad
Back to back, that's two in a row
Stupidest flow, coolest dude that you'll never know
I guess I'll smoke, that was like two years ago
So I'ma do it to 'em real quick, homie burn slow, let 'em know
[Verse 8]
I could do this with my eyes closed, dressed in all black like the 5-0
And I'm aiming at my rivals, I be shooting like a rifle
And I just did the Tonight Show
Then I went and sold out my show
When you eating, everybody wanna get a bite though
[Verse 9]
Everything getting bodied
Everything getting bodied
I could body anybody
Everything getting bodied
Everything getting bodied
Send me a bitch, you know I got it
Everything getting bodied
Everything getting bodied
I could body anything
Everything getting bodied
Everything getting bodied
Send me a bitch, you know I got it
[Verse 10]
Got it, somebody give me the crown
I think I got the juice and you just looking thirsty right now
I feel like I'm way up and you way down
I feel like when I'm awake, you still on lay down
This is the game now, I am here all by myself
I am not looking for help
Throwing my hands out like "Welp"
You treading water and I'm feeling like Michael Phelps
[Verse 11]
Yeah, feeling like a **** Steph Curry with the shot, boy
If you hot, boy, I'm gone, you can come down
Only bad news, when I come down, I'm up now
You been doing that way too much
You don't know my situation
Standing in a line forever, I really been waiting
Working and working, been slaving
Devvon Terrell and FUTURISTIC, we made it
[Verse 12]
Everything getting bodied
Everything getting bodied
I could body anything
Everything getting bodied
Everything getting bodied
Send me a bitch, you know I got it
Everything getting bodied
Everything getting bodied
I could body anything
Everything getting bodied
Everything getting bodied
Send me a bitch, you know I got it
Written by: Zachary Lewis Beck, Darius Michael Bryant, Devvon T McLeod, Noah Ishmael Nwachukwu
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