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 f*ck 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