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Lord of the Crowns

by Charles Laney

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I record fire, fire catches fire Fire me fire man I'm burning up Hot as flames fire, I'm on fire man Mr. Fireman, come again? I record dope dope inducing dope Dope me, dope man I'm doping up Dope as fuck, dope. I'm already high as fuck Mr. Dope man, come again? I record coke, coke drinking' Coke-a-snortin, cop a key Coke man, coked up Coke importing coke Cocoa-cane, cocoa-cola Ra Ah So Me leggo, Step up on the scene Like a prince wearing purple Purple memories don't exist to me Who needs friends when you got Plenty of frienemies? Real enemies, They jealous Hoes see me, start acting Over-zealous There is nothin' you can tell us That we don't already know I mean I heard the same story Like an hour ago Bust up on the scene, I'm like a heavy duty power load Shake the whole house Like we in the ghetto Ladies love the vibrato G-spot in the cut We had to make a come up Bullet proof vest in the middle of the shoot out I survived, not surprising' death couldn't hold me back Alpha stocks, I keep rising.... yo C. Laney Catch ya lying, yo C. Laney, leave some crying Rest in peace to all the deceased its the king Midnight & lion, Midnight & Lion Midnight & lion, Midnight & Lion Midnight & lion, Midnight & Lion Midnight & lion, Midnight & Lion Searching for them brighter days, brighter rays, Brilliant so we can buy those Ray Ban's And be so material, and act like we Never even begged to see em But now we neglect em, mistreat em Don't see em, those older days Were the colder days, but now I'm chillin' With my feet up, these are vacation days Doesn't really matter tho I'm out here, Pop a wheelie flow, put in so much hard work At 24, I became the longest living OG Originally gangster--allegedly A G, claim to be celebrity prophetically Unbearably, better be, prepared to see Scared to see my legacy stare at me I'm who the real Pharaoh should be & it's me Bullet proof vest in the middle of the shoot out I survived, not surprising' death couldn't hold me back Alpha stocks, I keep rising.... yo C. Laney Catch ya lying, yo C. Laney, leave some crying Rest in peace to all the deceased its the king Midnight & lion, Midnight & Lion Midnight & lion, Midnight & Lion Midnight & lion, Midnight & Lion Midnight & lion, Midnight & Lion But really though For really though? I'm thinking bout love Thinking bout love Yeah I'm thinking bout love Opened up Apocrypha Singing bout drugs Might've took em might've got high Might've overdosed and died I feel my feet touch the sky I'm so important, So important, can't have kids I'm too impotent Told me your love was the best At the critical moment proved-impotent Bitch you guessed it Seen it comin' When I stuck my thumb in Simultaneously Lookin' for the fame I see You only ride where the rangers be I'm right where the bangers be I started an agency You staring-aging seeing me Got you growing grey hairs I might even shed a tear Either way, lay away the game Pick it up later for some lay ups You slip & miss, step ya pay up See me comin' I'm on the way up I'ma teleprompter She gonna tell me prompt Fuck the bank teller Rumpelstiltskin in her pale skin Going' all in she gon' love this Dickson She wish she had me Under lock & key, need my money promptly So she bring it to me gotta get your own bitch This dick ain't free I'm only covering for me And I'm smart as Ivy league You D-league, boy you terrible Like delinquents, so sorry peeping' tom Yo ya'll some hot tamales But I'ma need to see some ID's before I let you hotties in this party They never paid me my fees So they gon' pay me in deez L's they gon' fail When I throw em in jail Gone be screaming in hell No such thing as a bail Nor a saved by the bell When the heat is for real Better throw in the towel Before you empty your bowels And be burned in your own waste A nasty disgrace See I'm so fresh And so clean I'ma exit the scene Flyest you ever seen Might never have a queen Cause who better than me? Who can make a better me Than me? But God I'm the greatest Told em before I came in The game the latest Like I showed up just before they glowed up And tried to outshine what's mine One time, one crime not even no reason, Came in the game, cause these niggas talking treason Now they fall like the season Shifting so shifty Went from life to death Point four zero sixty They go zero to a hundred Nigga real quick But I'ma keep it 100 I'ma keep it a desert The only time you see me Is when I'm changing' the weather And I only get better Money hands on Mayweather See me float like a feather Reading U like a letter You ain't even nothin new Every thing I do pinnacle Mountain dew, I'm chopping em up I'm chalking em up They been talking it up Show em what's really up Gotta beat em to the ground Got a beat up in the ground Gotta beat down heavy pounds Trade the beat in for some pounds bitch I don't kick it I punt it Out the part I'ma shark See me lurk in the dark This is not what you want I'ma keep this shit blunt All your statures is chump Attack if you want Only sharp as the blunt Sparking up outside They comin' for me like Smokey Friday I'm stunting On the bear doin' drugs This is not even fair I went way past a dare D.A.R.E fucked her derriere Circumcised lamb skin Strength on Samson Overpowered hue-man That's a colorized view man When you shine this brightly Hose come, like moth flies beside me I'm a fire ant, Keep em wet as fire hydrants Hoes get thirsty When they're thirty Minutes in the tub Yea I did her dirty Dick game--entertainment, Send a pussy to retirement No stop perspiring, She said "I need a break" Though a really long break In between shifts, put it back in My accountants back & You're average & I mean it! I knock the cobwebs Off that pussy when you're sexually active Get you all hyperactive, make it nasty Like Venus I'm sex god 'Thank You God Always' Pussy on layaway, Till then stay away Rap game hedgehog, Getting it in pronto Sex God, head hog, Getting hella frontal King Tut: fuck slut Came in a big butt "Damn my numbers low But I swear I'm on a come up!" King Tut: all gold Never will I rot in mold "Damn I'm so good I keep myself in a safe hold" King Tut: I titty fucked You came in a broke slut "Never even gave the kid A decent place to grow up" King Tut: gold mane Lion spitting propane "Not a single record sold, Album still went gold mayne" King Tut: you silly slut bitches love a piece of her "Immature pitchers, Jungle juice, fruit throw up!" I don't sag in public Sexy ass motherfucka Put the show on the road Company went public Flintstone footing it, To my show, booking it Rowling like a boat Better read up on the GOAT This that boy that you couldn't get, Couldn't even land a hit God showed me how to take a hit, I've become interpretive Tell me what you make of it; Tell me what you make of that When I take it, never taken back They taken back, by my skills Strike a cord in their nerves Give em all the chills La Roux comin' for you swagger on a hundred mill A hundred blows windmills, talking bout a country hill King of it too Like Hank with my feet up On two, Re up on me We up on you-yupp Sexy female drinking Mad Dog She a bad bitch Had to drop her cause She's a bad habit Cuz oh mah gawd I found out She was a sex addict Every time she see a dick Reach her hand out to grab it I done had it with your shit It was so tragic Make a hoe disappear quick Houdini I'm magic I'm back in the way back I'm black and on the way out there And I'm packing, long dick swinging Swinging to my knees, tropic thunderstorm Selling DVD's releases, releases Never need a feature They ain't got these features Don't need em don't want em Weeding over grown em Hitman Al-Capone em Try to bite me Just ignite me don't excite me The greatest? Bitch I might be... They ghost writing over hyping Silly hoes tryna get down like the videos Shooting down their egos, hundred rounds lethal Charles Laney dope as heroine in a needle Wave underground, S

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