Crown Me
I put in work, I put in the hours, and you know it's time
Don't pull up and ask to match if you won't match my grind
Yeah, you got a lot of your play and I got a lot on my mind
You get a whole lot of hate and I got a whole lot of diamonds
I make a hit every time, don't even matter what genre
I keep on levelin' up, you keep on lookin behind ya
I might just sell one my beats, bust my bitch down in some Prada
I get a check from the work and the music and I'ma spend it on my mama
Yeah, I had to evolve, had to pick apart
all of my flaws
I had a block in my mind, then I took a tab and it melted the walls
Now my vision is clear, every song I make the song of the year
Every song you make, don't even compare
Every song you make, don't even compare
Step on that stage and I'm tearin' it up
I feel this shit in my blood I just keep on makin' classics
And I just keep rollin' up But I couldn't fold for none
I didn't make it this far to give up I'm on that new shit
Are you ready for what's comin'?
I put in work, I put in the hours, and you know it's time
Don't pull up and ask to match if you won't match my grind
Yeah, you got a lot of your play and I got a lot on my mind
You get a whole lot of hate and I got a whole lot of diamonds
I make a hit every time, don't even matter what genre
I keep on levelin' up, you keep on lookin behind ya
I might just sell one my beats, bust my bitch down in some Prada
I get a check from the work and the music and I'ma spend it on my mama
Don't pull up
Don't pull up
Don't pull up and ask to match if you won't match my grind
Yeah, you got a lot of your play and I got a lot on my mind
You get a whole lot of hate and I got a whole lot of diamonds
I make a hit every time, don't even matter what genre
I keep on levelin' up, you keep on lookin behind ya
I might just sell one my beats, bust my bitch down in some Prada
I get a check from the work and the music and I'ma spend it on my mama
Yeah, I had to evolve, had to pick apart
all of my flaws
I had a block in my mind, then I took a tab and it melted the walls
Now my vision is clear, every song I make the song of the year
Every song you make, don't even compare
Every song you make, don't even compare
Step on that stage and I'm tearin' it up
I feel this shit in my blood I just keep on makin' classics
And I just keep rollin' up But I couldn't fold for none
I didn't make it this far to give up I'm on that new shit
Are you ready for what's comin'?
I put in work, I put in the hours, and you know it's time
Don't pull up and ask to match if you won't match my grind
Yeah, you got a lot of your play and I got a lot on my mind
You get a whole lot of hate and I got a whole lot of diamonds
I make a hit every time, don't even matter what genre
I keep on levelin' up, you keep on lookin behind ya
I might just sell one my beats, bust my bitch down in some Prada
I get a check from the work and the music and I'ma spend it on my mama
Don't pull up
Don't pull up
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Writer(s): Travis Nighman
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