Crown

My target audience is bad bitches, so if you don't fuck with it, you know where you stand nigga

Ray
Uh, uh, listen (That's the ego talking)

Stop telling black girls they can't be cocky
Got a pretty face, but that ass on, Houston, do you copy
Fine as wine, I got pull like grape off the vine
I find truth in the booth and the lines that I write
I make hits, all he gotta do is press record

That bitch, since umbilical chord, mind like a sword
I got bars like the Reagan breaking laws, fuck your appeals
What you know about bubble wrap and vacuum seals
My niggas had seals like the Navy

That's why my attitude on fuck you, pay me
Y'all talk about rags to riches, when your rags came with picket fences
Not to mention, the only weight you moved was chest compression
This pen a lethal weapon
She a snack bitch I'm the whole concession
Mirror the truth
Try to break me, that's seven years trauma induced
Tried to vote me off, my niggas grabbing polls
Your actions gon' take a toll, when my niggas roll

My view as a rapper have more respect
Asking for a feature, asking for a foot on your neck
It's a bird, it's a plane, nah, it's a bitch in a chain gold platted with her name
Call me Ray
Ray motherfucking $av I want my throne
Queen shit, everybody move pardon
Pass me the crown, Pass me the crown
The only thing they can take is a bow
I got the crown, nigga

He paying for my nails before, hi nice to meet you
I drive your nigga crazy even though I am whipping Nissan
She toothpick, I'm too thick
He your block twice, vaccine, niggas finna be sick covid
He a plug, well my shooters flip charger regardless
Never trust a big butt and smile, come lick this poison
Broke so many chains, now the jewelry around my neck tailored
Loss in the water, calm seas don't make good sailors
Raps got game, in my notebook it's scrimmages
Words become images, one day the pools gon' be limitless
No key in the ignition, I just push it
She want the smoke I kush it
I'm bad like a crime, he trying to book it
I'm hard, they plush
Got the gold metal she rust
This war and them cards I'm finna tug
I got the tools, now you niggas really screwed
I bless these niggas they lined up like pews
The only time I'm number two is when you're bitch smell my fumes
Body language talk for me, she talk real slick, paying off mama house even if its brick by brick
Get ya brain splattered, trying to match my brain matter
Nigga ain't trapper, y'all whipped like cake batter

Ray motherfucking $av I want my throne
Queen Shit
Everybody move, pardon
Pass me the crown, Pass me the crown
I need a drink you bitches watered down
Got the crown nigga
Pass me the fucking crown
Ray



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Writer(s): Gabriel Rodriguez, Byron L Jr Jupiter, Raven Ancar
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