Coronation Day

Put a hand in the air Long live the kings and the queens And the niggas in between and beyond In the land of your wildest fucking dreams Or nightmares Hope you whoop yo demons' ass til they scared To ever come back around here I practice authenticity And if that don't resonate Then you ain't gotta listen to me I wonder if I found the receipts to my degree I could get my money back Cause it ain't quite a good fit see A fuckin antiquated token Some nigga holding the bucket said that I gotta show 'em And maybe if I'm lucky I could get the chance to compete in the race With the rats eating trash Near the grass with the snakes We all fake None of us too real to die I believed in Ye when he said I'mma touch the sky But now I'm past the age where it's easy to believe In things unexplained like why I been held in bondage for a really long time I ain't lying bruh, it really is all in the mind Look at where the lines are drawn Boundaries you'd never cross Then recognize that it's subject to your paradigms I get elated when alone in my room In the mirror looking fly An aesthetic I'd never try Back in the days when I was engaged I used to pray that a woman could accept me If I ain't have to lie. If I wasn't a cool nigga in J's Wearing jeans that straddled the line of being too tight For a man of my type as told by the outside But f*ck y'all niggas its time that you recognize The mothafuckin' king Put a hand in the air Long live the kings and the queens And the niggas in between and beyond In the land of your wildest fucking dreams Or nightmares Hope you whoop yo demons' ass til they scared To ever come back around here Put a hand in the air Long live the kings and the queens And the niggas in between and beyond In the land of your wildest fucking dreams Or nightmares Hope you whoop yo demons' ass til they scared To ever come back around here