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add-2 – rings & crowns lyrics

[produced by: dilemma]

[verse 1]
like we always do at this time
feeling like a winner when i rhyme
victory is sweet, defeat is bitter like that n-gga [shyne?]
i’m the best man like i’m in the wedding of my best friend
got them hairs matted like a yes man
yes sir i’m on it, when they hear it’s like they get the holy spirit
i bring the devil out of all these god-fearing women
she say she want some free sh-t i say this ain’t a demo
she talking all this “we” sh-t, it better be nintendo
i just play em like the lotto, play em like serrato
tell the world to kiss my -ss like we playing spin the bottle
a long list of rappers i’m ahead of
i was good but these wack n-ggas made me look a whole lot better, huh
mirror, mirror who’s the illest that you ever seen?
they never leave, i got em hooked like methamphetamine
got some pipe dreams like when crack fiends sleep
but the winners wear rings but the crown’s for the king

[verse 2]
it’s like a white slave walking with a black master
got the demeanour of a black pastor
they rapping verses but i rap chapters
my genesis a revelation got em praying on their knees
lord have mercy, jesus [?] then that n-gga me
when i said h-llo to h-ll then i said goodbye to heaven
took em one-on-one like it’s a sideways eleven
sh-t i ain’t the one protesting, i teach the lessons
you be the next one eight like you follow seven
so don’t play with me
get enlisted same day you couldn’t play wit me
n-ggas full of sh-t but yet they say the game’s empty
they insane, they insane, living in a different world like a wayne [?] witney
i’m in a different league, huh? n-gga, please
i’ma different breed, b-tch n-ggas ain’t in my pedigree
they can’t see me but they feel me like a breeze
yea the winners wear rings but the crown’s for the king

[verse 3]
surrounded by this trash i’m the rap [?]
[?] black panther slash wack rapper cancer
my sixteens tell em “have a seat” like chris hansen
this rap ransom, you mr. nice guy i’m like samson
my music in dem white hoods like the white clansmen
i’m from the city tryna come up from the slums, n-gga
playing 21 with someone who won’t see 21, n-gga
who [?]
who never seen they kids once but they still raising guns like [suns so?]
what the h-ll you fighting for?
fighting like it’s final fight, i’ll find a [?] slice of devil’s pie
grab the knife and i divide it more
sit inside a [?] beside a riot and now we fighting wars
i might have heaven heighten more
i’m outta sight like a satellite
giving middle fingers to these rappers and the rappers that they rhyming like
liking what i’m spitting like it’s [light skinned women?]
like white people like wearing shorts in the winter n-gga

bodybags n-gga, yea

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