Fk a Crowdn

Picture the Cars Trip to Mars A list star Known from far Drinking water at the bar My autographs all sold on markets Every night I'm VIP In every major city get a free 'rari Just to have me in there cars see like 'damn I look fine in this 'rari ' That's what I'm telling the press I'm always dressed in grande best I got a milli on my neck The carrots got me A plus for my eye test Got a question this lesson: All these things won't make me better Yet go getter I ain't settlin for e for effort I want the crown I want it now I'll say it Loud Man f*ck a crowd F*ck a crowd I wear the crown I wear it now Don't want no crown Man F*ck a crowd F*ck a Crowd You wanted my bars but I'll give you I's grace Srivad Bhagavatam shalom on your face More rhymes in a line while your idle'ing idle I'm grinding this bitch and I'm fucking her violently While Finding the science of winding my vinyl's I'm trying to loop all my ideas and prove I'm light-years away from these white-queers damn With no tattoos I wear old shoes I drink cheap boose And live like a loser My beats are playing in Amsterdam Los Angeles And Manhattan Damn I'm fucking this thing hard and I didn't even leave my fucking yard Shit. Who needs bars man? I want the crown I want it now I'll say it Loud Man f*ck a crowd F*ck a crowd I wear the crown I wear it now Don't want no crown Man F*ck a crowd F*ck a Crowd