Crown Her For Battle Lyrics

Tell The Lord that I'm coming

Forgive me for the vengeance

These bitches thinking winning

You really sold your soul

You know how this shit go

Industry puppets doing anything to fold

Worried bout the riches

But you ain't touching Gold

The game been the same with this cycle and it shows

When you down bad see where your friends go

Hype you when you up but quiet when your wins low

I know couple niggas who really got the potential

But they don't wanna real one to help them build they temple

Caught up in the hype all these bitches wanna leach

Let them hoes go gotta be like Jay and B

Build your foundation

Give back to the streets

Visions of a new life I see it in my sleep

And when you doing good that's when haters gonna peep

I took the risk to be misunderstood black sheep

Yeah

Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done

And I'll live knowing that I was the chosen one

Legacy

Gotta leave the best of me

Gotta stay up on my grind triple my equity

Enlighten me tell me what you wanna be

How you wanna make dreams to reality

Would you work for the man for eternity

Or take a risk on yaself if ya just believe

When you look up in the mirror tell me what you see

A black boy or black girl with a big dream

Generational battles that we gotta break

You was put up on this earth for you to find a way

Knowledge is the power use it as ya highest tool

Don't let these dummies try to teach you

Take your ass to school

Expose yourself to a journey of a new life

Flip the bag you ain't even gotta scam in life

In the mean time, in between time,

I be seeing through these hoes read between the lines

To many ants telling bees how to make honey

That's like a broke nigga schoolin me to make money

Yo I'm the teacher in this bitch

Leader of the ring

I'm schoolin hoes like I got the PhD

And I don't fit in with these bitches I'm so out of pocket

I'm bussin out the seams takin off like a rocket

Hardest bitch comin knockin hoes out they socket

bitches only worried bout the clout and fake props

Hoes sound the same

Fucking up your catalogue

Ya music ain't timeless

We just gone forget tomorrow

Yo what you bitches really bringing to the culture

Fuckin up your bodies taint ya soul

Cause of vultures

Preying that ya fall got you lookin like a clown

When you fuckin up ya Ms they won't come back around

Karma getting all them bitches who was happy I was down

Now I'm up ya times up look how God come back around

Took the weight up of my shoulders

Told me that I was his soldier

Dry your eyes and grab the mic

Tell the people that it's over