Legend Mane
Let it be mine
Ball like we do, roll up the glue
Champagne and drank, playin' it cool
We're still in the game, hall of the fame
Respect on the name, just legend me mane
I'll put that on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stone
I'll put that on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stone
Say, I'm on my money run, I'm on my paper route
But quiet is kept, I'm fresh to death soon as I'm steppin' out
They know that's legend talk, come see that legend walk
Across the stage and go get paid, I never had a doubt
They call me Captain Hill, I got no rappin' fear
Candy-coated, extra clear, now that's my type of atmosphere
Tippin' up my avenue, ain't nothin' I'd rather do
Than pull up on the side of you while bangin' on some classy screws
So this the price of fame, but it ain't nothin' lame
Go do your check and put respect up on my fuckin' name
It ain't no traffic over here, I'm in my empty lane
Still out here reppin' game, now they call me legend mane
Ball like we do, roll up the glue
Champagne and drank, playin' it cool
We're still in the game, hall of the fame
Respect on the name, just legend me mane
Put that one on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stones
Put that one on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stones
Man, I done came up out of that dirt
I been in these streets going hard
And I done put in all kind of work Now it's time I want my reward
Now some feelings bound to get hurt
When I start to pull in them cards
And show that pussy under your skirt
When I start exposing you frauds
Run a whole hundred yards from my end zone to your uprights
Watchin' my successors keep you up nights
Countin' my bread, gettin' up tight
But that just means that I'm born right
Foolin' on the cool, you movin' wrong
Tryna say I ain't real, I'ma prove I'm wrong
I'ma live and let you get to movin' on
Krit, sing the song
Ball like we do, roll up the glue
Champagne and drank, playin' it cool
We're still in the game, hall of the fame
Respect on the name, just legend me mane
I'll put that on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stones
I'll put that on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stones
Ball like we do, roll up the glue
Champagne and drank, playin' it cool
We're still in the game, hall of the fame
Respect on the name, just legend me mane
I'll put that on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stone
I'll put that on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stone
Say, I'm on my money run, I'm on my paper route
But quiet is kept, I'm fresh to death soon as I'm steppin' out
They know that's legend talk, come see that legend walk
Across the stage and go get paid, I never had a doubt
They call me Captain Hill, I got no rappin' fear
Candy-coated, extra clear, now that's my type of atmosphere
Tippin' up my avenue, ain't nothin' I'd rather do
Than pull up on the side of you while bangin' on some classy screws
So this the price of fame, but it ain't nothin' lame
Go do your check and put respect up on my fuckin' name
It ain't no traffic over here, I'm in my empty lane
Still out here reppin' game, now they call me legend mane
Ball like we do, roll up the glue
Champagne and drank, playin' it cool
We're still in the game, hall of the fame
Respect on the name, just legend me mane
Put that one on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stones
Put that one on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stones
Man, I done came up out of that dirt
I been in these streets going hard
And I done put in all kind of work Now it's time I want my reward
Now some feelings bound to get hurt
When I start to pull in them cards
And show that pussy under your skirt
When I start exposing you frauds
Run a whole hundred yards from my end zone to your uprights
Watchin' my successors keep you up nights
Countin' my bread, gettin' up tight
But that just means that I'm born right
Foolin' on the cool, you movin' wrong
Tryna say I ain't real, I'ma prove I'm wrong
I'ma live and let you get to movin' on
Krit, sing the song
Ball like we do, roll up the glue
Champagne and drank, playin' it cool
We're still in the game, hall of the fame
Respect on the name, just legend me mane
I'll put that on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stones
I'll put that on my crown
And I'll pocket it full of stones
Credits
Writer(s): Bernard James Freeman, Marcus Edwards, Justin Lewis Scott
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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