Clown V Crown
Ya
Always striving
Always prospering
Always falling, and getting my ass back up
Ya
Give me all your love, give me your respect
Tell me I'm the one, tell me I'm up next
Been low up on my funds tryna chase a check
It seems like every month I hit up Chase in debt
Every day a little better, check the progress
Even moves backwards aren't lost steps
I'm just tryna see the view from the top deck
Then bring a crew just to see if we can top that
Mind your business if I'm in the club sloppy
The next day, na my nigga, that was not me
But shit gets crazy like Kanye up on the tv
So I made my own channel like its Disney
All I know is these moments are all mine
I'm swingin', full count, two outs, bottom nine
Aim for the stars knowing that they all die
The true prize is that they're farther than the eyes can see
Put Step Back on a jet, hey fly me out
Babe shoot me that text, aight I'ma head out
That ain't no flex, na you just a clown
And every single step I take is towards the crown
Put Step Back on a jet, hey fly me out
Babe shoot me that text, aight I'ma head out
That ain't no flex, na you just a clown
And every single step I take is towards the crown
I can't just trust you off your say so
But still I do so I guess it's if you say so
Niggas want your plate, want your eggos
Just remember an angel became the devil
Ya, there's good there's evil up in everything
Thats from religion to "go and get it by any means"
I don't judge there's more to care about in life
And it can end at any time tell them that you care tonight
They say what's worth having will not come easy
But dude I'm so laid back that simple things please me
Don't mean I'd hate a Rolls while I'm sliding through the town
Just put my niggas in it while we riding all around
Cause truth is, there's not a lot of things I worry about
Scared of death but not concerned with whether Curry's out
I'm going dumber than the shit that's out of Dori's mouth
I stay prepared for the clouds when its stormy out
Put Step Back on a jet, hey fly me out
Babe shoot me that text, aight I'ma head out
That ain't no flex, na you just a clown
And every single step I take is towards the crown
Put Step Back on a jet, hey fly me out
Babe shoot me that text, aight I'ma head out
That ain't no flex, na you just a clown
And every single step I take is towards the crown
Always striving
Always prospering
Always falling, and getting my ass back up
Ya
Give me all your love, give me your respect
Tell me I'm the one, tell me I'm up next
Been low up on my funds tryna chase a check
It seems like every month I hit up Chase in debt
Every day a little better, check the progress
Even moves backwards aren't lost steps
I'm just tryna see the view from the top deck
Then bring a crew just to see if we can top that
Mind your business if I'm in the club sloppy
The next day, na my nigga, that was not me
But shit gets crazy like Kanye up on the tv
So I made my own channel like its Disney
All I know is these moments are all mine
I'm swingin', full count, two outs, bottom nine
Aim for the stars knowing that they all die
The true prize is that they're farther than the eyes can see
Put Step Back on a jet, hey fly me out
Babe shoot me that text, aight I'ma head out
That ain't no flex, na you just a clown
And every single step I take is towards the crown
Put Step Back on a jet, hey fly me out
Babe shoot me that text, aight I'ma head out
That ain't no flex, na you just a clown
And every single step I take is towards the crown
I can't just trust you off your say so
But still I do so I guess it's if you say so
Niggas want your plate, want your eggos
Just remember an angel became the devil
Ya, there's good there's evil up in everything
Thats from religion to "go and get it by any means"
I don't judge there's more to care about in life
And it can end at any time tell them that you care tonight
They say what's worth having will not come easy
But dude I'm so laid back that simple things please me
Don't mean I'd hate a Rolls while I'm sliding through the town
Just put my niggas in it while we riding all around
Cause truth is, there's not a lot of things I worry about
Scared of death but not concerned with whether Curry's out
I'm going dumber than the shit that's out of Dori's mouth
I stay prepared for the clouds when its stormy out
Put Step Back on a jet, hey fly me out
Babe shoot me that text, aight I'ma head out
That ain't no flex, na you just a clown
And every single step I take is towards the crown
Put Step Back on a jet, hey fly me out
Babe shoot me that text, aight I'ma head out
That ain't no flex, na you just a clown
And every single step I take is towards the crown
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Michael Larinan
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