Crown Me (All on the Line)
I know that envying me cause I'm doing all of the things they cant do
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
Working to get it
I'm tryna get rich
Just to ride Mercedes and Coops too
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
No I ain't perfect
Put in this work
And They know I deserved it
I'm here for a purpose
Writing these versus
Can never get wordless
I see that it's working
When I come around they start to get nervous
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
I want a billion
That bag we chasing
But till label us villains
Sometimes I get deep In my feelings
Wonder who care that I'm tripping
I think about killing
My heart steady racing
You know that my hand steady itching
Sometimes I get deep In my feelings
Wonder who care that I'm tripping
I want the bag
Tryna see figures
You know that I gotta go get it
Down on my ass
They say I act funny
Cause I started keeping my distance
I put it all on the line
They tell me that boy it's yo time
You only get you put it in
So don't never cheat the grind
I know that envying me cause I'm doing all of the things they cant do
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
Working to get it
I'm tryna get rich
Just to ride Mercedes and Coops too
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
No I ain't perfect
Put in this work
And They know I deserved it
I'm here for a purpose
Writing these versus
Can never get wordless
I see that it's working
When I come around they start to get nervous
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
This a letter to real
Very few will understand
Just cause you gamble yo life
That doesn't make you a man
You gonna hold or you gonna fold
When that shit hit that fan
Why would you tell on yo nigga
Why would you rat out yo mans
I can't relate to these pussy ass niggas
I am too solid & they are to frail
Momma she told me I should've kept my head in the books
I'll either be dead or in jail
Momma I'm sorry for causing pain
But it's little you know
I know that you hearing my name thru these streets
But momma be patient your son ready blow
I done Caught a couple charges
But promise it won't brake a nigga
My brother came home
3months
Ran it up
I swear he got to the basic nigga
I Watch baby ju sit back in the trap
Run it up
Mane I swear he was patient nigga
So I got off my asa and got me a bag
Whatever I ain't have I was taking nigga
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
Working to get it
I'm tryna get rich
Just to ride Mercedes and Coops too
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
No I ain't perfect
Put in this work
And They know I deserved it
I'm here for a purpose
Writing these versus
Can never get wordless
I see that it's working
When I come around they start to get nervous
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
I want a billion
That bag we chasing
But till label us villains
Sometimes I get deep In my feelings
Wonder who care that I'm tripping
I think about killing
My heart steady racing
You know that my hand steady itching
Sometimes I get deep In my feelings
Wonder who care that I'm tripping
I want the bag
Tryna see figures
You know that I gotta go get it
Down on my ass
They say I act funny
Cause I started keeping my distance
I put it all on the line
They tell me that boy it's yo time
You only get you put it in
So don't never cheat the grind
I know that envying me cause I'm doing all of the things they cant do
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
Working to get it
I'm tryna get rich
Just to ride Mercedes and Coops too
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
No I ain't perfect
Put in this work
And They know I deserved it
I'm here for a purpose
Writing these versus
Can never get wordless
I see that it's working
When I come around they start to get nervous
I Put it all on the line
I put it all on the line
This a letter to real
Very few will understand
Just cause you gamble yo life
That doesn't make you a man
You gonna hold or you gonna fold
When that shit hit that fan
Why would you tell on yo nigga
Why would you rat out yo mans
I can't relate to these pussy ass niggas
I am too solid & they are to frail
Momma she told me I should've kept my head in the books
I'll either be dead or in jail
Momma I'm sorry for causing pain
But it's little you know
I know that you hearing my name thru these streets
But momma be patient your son ready blow
I done Caught a couple charges
But promise it won't brake a nigga
My brother came home
3months
Ran it up
I swear he got to the basic nigga
I Watch baby ju sit back in the trap
Run it up
Mane I swear he was patient nigga
So I got off my asa and got me a bag
Whatever I ain't have I was taking nigga
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