"QUEENS CROWN" lyrics
Check
Yes
December feels like a summer night
There's been a change of plans, niggas mad that I done right
You call to check on me but you still need some money, right?
With all the gems I drop, no wonder my stomach tight
There's some food for thought, go 'head take another bite
You at a loss for words 'cause you feel like I won at life
Check the Hall of Fame, my name on the upper right
Officer, I'm the ticket, so that's why I be running lights
When niggas wanted war I knew better and wanted life
I won't shame you niggas but I'm sure that ya mother might
I spit the realest shit, shout-out to my brother Mike
Crophone, she ain't even like that, what's the sudden hype?
No, ya fans leaving, the game's over
I got this good from discussions with J Hova
I wish me and such and such coulda stayed closer
I bob headshots, niggas chose to aim lower
Shorty got a grudge, she mad 'cause ain't know her
Hit the studio, animal, I ain't Noah
Flood the streets with heat, ask Skeei, I'm a flame thrower
Attention ya paid closer, you need a makeover
I'll send my maid over, Whack God take over
Hermes umbrellas, all the people I reign over
I was just talking to Jane Golden, she told me, "I need a mural,"
I said, "Add a 'S'!"
Philly known as the realest state
When you this rare, niggas know we got shit at steak
48 laws, me and Skrilla some love birds
It's rare in the city, get the cream like custard
I'ma die a legend, I swear like cuss words
I'ma leave my mark, yeah-yeah, like Zuckerberg
Meta Ray-Bans wasn't out when I first started
Wallo told me, "Shorty ain't shit. She just farted."
I could probably count on one hand ya age, girl
I ain't ever spend no time on ya page girl
Took so many shots but somehow I'm unharmed
Use my words as weapons. Me. I'm unarmed
You ain't got one charm
Spaghetti with no parm
How you the goat? You ain't even got no farm
That might not land, niggas, know that I'm fly still
You know I'm the truth, but you choose to lie still
You should just lie still
Yeah, like play dead
Female dog, yeah, we ball like shaved heads
You got a made bed
We just shake heads
You are just copy, yeah-yeah, survey said
Pace yourself!
It's me
Yes
December feels like a summer night
There's been a change of plans, niggas mad that I done right
You call to check on me but you still need some money, right?
With all the gems I drop, no wonder my stomach tight
There's some food for thought, go 'head take another bite
You at a loss for words 'cause you feel like I won at life
Check the Hall of Fame, my name on the upper right
Officer, I'm the ticket, so that's why I be running lights
When niggas wanted war I knew better and wanted life
I won't shame you niggas but I'm sure that ya mother might
I spit the realest shit, shout-out to my brother Mike
Crophone, she ain't even like that, what's the sudden hype?
No, ya fans leaving, the game's over
I got this good from discussions with J Hova
I wish me and such and such coulda stayed closer
I bob headshots, niggas chose to aim lower
Shorty got a grudge, she mad 'cause ain't know her
Hit the studio, animal, I ain't Noah
Flood the streets with heat, ask Skeei, I'm a flame thrower
Attention ya paid closer, you need a makeover
I'll send my maid over, Whack God take over
Hermes umbrellas, all the people I reign over
I was just talking to Jane Golden, she told me, "I need a mural,"
I said, "Add a 'S'!"
Philly known as the realest state
When you this rare, niggas know we got shit at steak
48 laws, me and Skrilla some love birds
It's rare in the city, get the cream like custard
I'ma die a legend, I swear like cuss words
I'ma leave my mark, yeah-yeah, like Zuckerberg
Meta Ray-Bans wasn't out when I first started
Wallo told me, "Shorty ain't shit. She just farted."
I could probably count on one hand ya age, girl
I ain't ever spend no time on ya page girl
Took so many shots but somehow I'm unharmed
Use my words as weapons. Me. I'm unarmed
You ain't got one charm
Spaghetti with no parm
How you the goat? You ain't even got no farm
That might not land, niggas, know that I'm fly still
You know I'm the truth, but you choose to lie still
You should just lie still
Yeah, like play dead
Female dog, yeah, we ball like shaved heads
You got a made bed
We just shake heads
You are just copy, yeah-yeah, survey said
Pace yourself!
It's me
Writer(s): Kenete Simms, Mario Dragoi, Tierra Whack
