The Crown

Uh-huh, Ideal
October London, Voodie on the beat (Yeah)
And we got the Butcher in this bitch
(Yo, Ideal, I got you on this)
Let's go

I never claimed to be a dear, dear God, but when they see me, they nod
I don't believe in these facades, fames of fever dream mirage
Just yanking on my chain, like a Vietnamese massage
But taking offense to cross it over, that's what keep me on my guard
See, as a teen, ain't need a job, it was way easier to rob
So, yeah, I took a couple losses, just to even up the odd
Bad snakes be double-crossing, if they creep up on my lawn
Let my double-rail shotgun out and leave that gravy on (Uh)
Take a week to make a song, some people think that's way too long
Take the weak and make 'em strong, songs creating gangs from porn
I'll sleep the day I'm gone, my nights read the day it lawn (Hello)
Free'd the trees to keep me calm, eager the streets I came up on
Spend the keys, like Ray Poupon, to all my OG's in day one
Before the Meek and hair red, heard of them saying, shit get raid upon
I put the flame to the beat, service streets gon' play for this later, yawn
And just in case I'm wrong, it's time The Butcher came along
(The Butcher coming, nigga)

They tried to spite me, they treading lightly
Kill 'em politely, talk to me nicely
They throwing shade, then I'm right where the sun be
If you only remember one thing, let it be the crown
Let it be the crown

They tell me "Kill 'em with kindness", but soon as it stop working
Do it the old-fashioned way, shots fly, like they Doc Irvin (True)
I can rhyme circles around you with live verses (Live verses)
And since y'all don't give a fuck, I'ma make sure they divert you
It's past getting my flowers, over-achiever
'Member Shay told me, "You a leader, but you don't know your power"
I'm thinking, did Malcolm wonder? That that picture with that gun
In the window would turn to memes, posters, and album covers?
Uh, who made you gangsters? (Who?) Y'all crew making statements
They want me stuck to the wall, like that blue tape you paint with
They tell me I think I'm better, how? We all from the sewer (We all from the hood)
'Cause being an entrepreneur is like a narcissist to 'em
But I broke down the politics, squeeze guns like condiments
All the shit I did, I'm still here, that's astonoshing
Visioned myself winning, 'fore I hopped in this lane
Like Mike saw himself hitting them big shots in the game, it's Butch

They tried to spite me, they treading lightly
Kill 'em politely, talk to me nicely
They throwing shade, then I'm right where the sun be
If you only remember one thing, let it be the crown
Let it be the crown

And when it comes to drugs and music, I'm only fucking with the purest
Third verses, schedule one, broke the judges and the jurors
Verdict is 'Murdered it', as my words burden conservatives
I'm mixing urban Bourbon with my curby, topsy, turvy bitch
Getting twisted, like a turner kit who lifting for the turbulence
Kick raps and act, it's nourishment, get strapped and have the currents hit
Laughing at the rats who feel like acrobats and circuses
'Cause they lack the facts they had to have to capture that we purposed it
Before I had a rap sheet, we wear track meets and turneries
Detour, then resorted to run it back, streets and burgluring
Back when backseats was the last thing that had us worrying
My path was out of a trap, came to this rap dream to burry it
I learned your past ain't permanent, it's action that reverses it
I went from moving keys to be in Burbank and rap with words and shit
Why you passing that refurbishment? Imagine what you and yours could get
With compassion and burdened passion and a fraction of encouragement

They tried to spite me, they treading lightly
Kill 'em politely, talk to me nicely
They throwing shade, then I'm right where the sun be
If you only remember one thing, let it be the crown
Let it be the crown