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(Ay)
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made my mind go crazy
Talking album on the daily
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)

my friends to like listen to you
Because yo' I'm always jamming to your Cashmere
Cashmere Don album every morning so like
I think you're great and um

Yeah, welcome to The Album
Okay no need to panic no more, I've arrived, let's get it
Time to spit it like motherfucking saliva, bitches I'm just

three persons blessed Trinity (Holy)

Only Holy is the Lamb

Holy holy holy, cll the saints adore thee
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy

eccentric
Fresh prince of this city, moving like I am Hamlet
Got my arms heavy like I'm Tony Soprano
I got no limits to ammo
Carm by my side, you've got

I'm more badazz then Boosie
I been giving in to sin and I been living life loosely
I been petty to the people that adore me
I been taught better by my

lemonade to a fountain of youth
Drinking from the spout it's a fountain of truth
Slave but I'm bound as a kingdom kid
Cause I'm owned by a king who is

So I don't feel invisible
And get my credentials
Yea, nobody's perfect
3 Albums ago I took a L
Man but it was worth it
I wouldn't have progressed
I'm

My albums platinum and gold
My messages was full on my cellphone
You couldn't tell me nothing I
Was fronting on my throne
With my crown,?? how it never

I'm looking through the peephole, rappers at my steps again
Like knock knock, can you let me in
Found a beat, I gotta bless again
Send shots at they

"Perfect Ten"
Said, "Man you should name your album, 'Faith of a Mustard Seed'"
At that very moment, I didn't know exactly what he meant by it
But I knew

perfection in that place
No temptation in that place
No mistakes are in that place
Singing Holy Holy Holy
See we're casting down our crowns
All the credit goes

after

I want no other factors

See every other thing feels like a distraction

In the end it comes crashing down

So I’m casting crowns

Coz when I bow

I woke up this morning
Thanked Goddess for my breath
And decided I'm done with this bullshit
Been casting a shadow over life 
Ashadow of drama

meditate the sound
I wear a snake around my neck so you'll never take the crown
Even scientists are baffled by the way I lay it down
I'm a lexical genius

Givenchy T, either the ape or the rottweiler
Crown Fried, whole dinner cost me like five dollars
In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album

Yes sir, My name is Mavi and they call
Me the man of Charlotte
I'm from a little clique called Killswitch
Shoutout Sway, shoutout God
My new album

crowns
Get it in by 3 (yeah)
Baller of the week
See dollars when I sleep
Yeah on designer sheets
Yeah I'm on one
300 on the album
Niggas say I'm foul
Nigga

and
Rappers out to dethrone me
For they crown they head is cut off
Bodies is laid
Dead in the street, it's so fuckin pitiful

First they love you
Could be

Jordan went away
Then I took the crown
Cost to even book me now
Way beyond a rookie now
I'm boujee now
400 degrees like I'm juvenile
Always known to rock

of twisted plots
	
VERSE 1 
	Today I really woke up feeling like a blob 
	Album nearly ready, doing bits and bobs 
	I used to throw some Frisbee at my

it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In

how we do that there
Don't touch, that's expensive, yeah my crown my hair
Get with the winning team, or stay over there
Pull up OD, I'm with Zoey, make

my name on wax
Thirty two three albums bout one hundred tracks and counting
In Atlanta clowning on how these niggas sounding
Georgia raised Florida