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hopsin - crown me lyrics

[intro]
yo, let me take you to the tribe real quick

[verse 1]
i’m from that small city called panorama
where the vatos roam and they blast they hammers
never had no sense, so i’m bad with manners
who’d’ve thought i’d be livin’ life in the flashin’ cameras?
got b-tches on my nuts like pubics (ooh!)
n-ggas could never figure me out like rubik’s (cubes)
i be bullyin’ everybody like i’m brutus! (who?)
so don’t underestimate me, i do this, truest
i’m calm and ill but still drop bombs, i k!ll
you know the deal, with my godly sk!lls
you wanna jog the field in my shoes? there’s a lot to fill
it won’t happen, you cannot be real
man, there’s so many rappers that wanna catch my fade
so many b-tches that wanna sn-tch my brain
i’ll probably end up on the news, dead, bullet in the head
mama in the street yellin’: “that’s my baby!”
you want me to keep it to a minimal with the syllables?
i think you should get up off my genitals
every n-gga identical when they spit a flow, this sh-t is critical
i’ma have to get rough and get all my sentinels
n-gga, what you be sippin’ on? i’m guessin’ your pen is broke
is it difficult for you to get better? you’re so despicable
’cause your sh-t is boo-boo, your bars are predictable
i do not bump it, it’s hard to get into you
please admit it, man, the voyage is radical
mind is set to just destroy, i’m an animal
k!llin’ sh-t, man, i’m a poisonous antidote
i be on it, man, your boy’s international
yeah, i’m mad with rhymes
been doin’ this since ’99, i’m a mastermind
homie, it’s 2015, and all my n-ggas gon’ k!ll it
when they finish the job, the other half is mine

[refrain]
fool, you ain’t on that real sh-t
i live here, you on a field trip
i’m made of sh-t you ain’t built with
you a b-tch, yo’ girl need a real d-ck
it’s no doubt n-ggas gon’ feel this
you don’t scare n-ggas, not even a little bit
i serve you, you get the bill quick
crown me, i’m a real prince

[hook]
give me that crown boy! (give it!)
i said “give me that sh-t!”
give me that crown boy! (c’mon!)
i said “give me that sh-t!”
give me that crown boy! (give it!)
i said “give me that sh-t!”
give me that crown boy! (c’mon!)
give me that sh-t!

[verse 2]
the rap game’s mine, i revolve it ’round me
i think i have lost it, and my mind’s exhausted
i’m nauseous from the process
of hoppin’ on stage and tryin’ to dive in moshpits
n-gga, why you focused on diamonds?
these cubic zirconia’s all up in my ear
over jewelry, i don’t get excited
my perception in life is “why the f-ck am i here, n-gga?”
i’ve been this way since your -ss has been suckin’ on t-tties
since n-ggas c-cked back and start bustin’ on 50
since j-lo was mobbin’ in public with diddy
since biggie and pac got shot up, it’s a pity
that bullsh-t you’re talkin’, i’m not in the mood, bro
continue yappin’, you’ll see hopsin is brutal
keep pushin’ me, you gon’ get dropped with some judo
you fannin’ out like you want c-ck in yo’ culo
n-ggas only in it for money and b-tches
i don’t even think they wanna rap no more
but they wanna be all over the television
rockin’ feminine sh-t, tryin’ to act h0m-
old bi–ss n-ggas can’t byp-ss n-ggas
“i can’t change even if i tried”–ss n-ggas
tight jeans on so they show yo’ -ss–ss n-ggas
in the pool with the homie, tryin’ to splash–ss n-ggas
fruity as mike and ike, you’ll get diced to rice
when i arrive i pull up like “hi! surprise!”
it might be wise to hide when the nightly skies are high
f-ckin’ with an ape; no life of pi
tell me, what position would the game be in
without me havin’ the ability to rape the pen?
pound syndrome, this is it, i’m weighin’ in
i still hate y’all n-ggas and i can’t pretend

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