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albums I’m writing, these are classics
And I’m kinda feeling like the protagonist
And these aren’t songs I’m writing, these are epics
Combined with my

of the billboard, top 20 in 12 months, and I'm a
Son of a bitch for it, new policy, new apologies, new kingdom, new democracy, I'm a king by
Birthright, not

that you making
Taking over your thrown and the crown that you claiming
Niggas be like I’m the king in this game
You short-sited, deluded or blinded by

packaged and captioned
Sell it to em for fractions
To give the music some traction
Need a muse or distraction
The most lethal attraction
I'm going off, I'm

whipping the pen
Whipping the pen, and shipping the pounds
Gripping her gown, I'm stripping her down
Dripping the crown and flipping the frown
I catch an opp

a clock, but I punch a clown Smashing in your parents' crib, don't make a fucking sound
King of New York, I don't want the crown Ask whoever the king is by

LOUD MUSIC

Fighting I'm bound Hearing it now
Facing the crowd where am I now
Masking the sound it's loud crown
Let me know who I am my styles loud

wanna crown
I'm just tryna eat, but you talking loud
Boy you tryna speak, thinking you profound
But your cloudy vision keep you on the ground
Your

to let you know why I'm a livin' legend
On my third album, winning awards and that's to be expected
Face in the paper not cause I'm missing but I'm ever

She poppin out, blowin loud, yeah she at it tooo night
Yeah, I'm tryna see, what she bout and if she with it on sight
Yeah, my whole team in

the clouds, I'm the king where my crown
Got the pack, this shit loud, and it put ya in the ground
And we back, back in town, TSA that summer sound

Well, well,

Niggas always play 'til they wind up in a hospital
Animals flipped you over so it's little that the doctor do
I'm 'bout to lift off like when a rocket

the GOAT, young GOAT

Hold up, hold up

I am the GOAT, young GOAT

Yeah I’m definitely drug free, may smoke a n**** 
(reference: “best thang smokin” album by

I’m breakin’ down barriers of sound like a tsunami now
Ooh, how many times can I say loud?
I’m waitin’ for my chariot and gown
Bow down
Give me my crown

a soul
Do what you gotta do
Get where you gotta go
No time to satisfy
My head is high
I never cry
About these wack rappers that had they time
I'm just

stopped by a crowd
Whoever's feeling royal is getting shot in the crown
If you wondered if I'd stop
You got a better chance at finding a new job
If you grew

a single album now everybody knows us
Sipping on boba never watching Roma
Replacing my Mercedes that got taken by the tow truck

Yeah bitch, the next drinks

basi heal
Ukichezea ganji zangu itabidi umekula foul
Deep cbd si huvuruga njoka pale town
Kila mtu anadai ni king nani alipatiana crown
Pay me in euros,

Artist: Sycosis
Album: Find Me When You Wake Up
Song: No Secrets (SDF)
Credit: Written by Erik Roberts, Produced by Shayar
Recorded: Pots & Pan

Artist: Sycosis
Album: Find Me When You Wake Up
Song: Sittin Pretty
Written By: Erik Roberts, Kode Knazze
Produced by: Kace The Producer
Recorded:

ride
And you know the cash app Niggas gon' slide
Too Many girls around me I need two wieners
Y'all niggas can't see me I'm Black John Cena
All black,

choose evil instead of goodwill overall
I'm often disappointed by people but then think of how many times I've betrayed The Truth and it's made Him feel

metal
So let the dust settle
Was already bad enough
Y’all getting bodied
By a man with the Midas touch
‘Cause I’m just to slick
The crew sick
Ima spit so

TakeitBackv2

Like Frederick Douglass
It's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker
I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this