Crown & Belt (feat. Tha God Fahim)

You have haters for a reason, bro I hate to say it but I see you've made to speaking though It's lacking flavor, see me pucker my lips Go back to basics, that "every time I suffer, I spit" See me bum off my digits, a bit of rubbish want in I wish my cousins were in this bitch, they'd be bumping my shit Got to rub off the Benjamins, didn't forget the pandemic Get some money and tell all your bitches "fuck off my dick" Feel you found joy when you repping faker art Like a proud boy when he pull the racial card I gotta take regards to the bullshit that you pushing Made it far with this bullshit that you pushing Oh shit, on my hoe shit, about to tap in Your skill semi-automatic like a MAC-10 Back bend, spray it, don't say it, no patience Face it You play with me, you ain't playing safe Remember trapping, pushing past, carrying 38s Living by the guidelines of hustlers We coming first and they know they can't touch us I'm standing on my square firm Any negativity, you gotta let it burn I'm minding my business, ain't no concern You want to level up? You got to wait your turn I'm in love with my product I represent hip-hop, it's in my conduct Ain't nothing funny when your time's up You want to hate on me? You better line up You want to battle me? You better sign up I'm at the ladder of success, I'm finna climb up I'm finna climb up, I'm finna climb Ride around in that motherfucker, been zoned in the sounds Main make a play in the whip Talk down on a motherfucker, get thrown to the ground, say "Bitch, I was made in this shit" All eyes on a motherfucker, dial tone with the pound, said fuck a voicemail All rise for that motherfucker, I know he allowed, don't let your boys trail Sounds all around, he aloof and he dumbfound Belt with a crown, bit of soup with the dump gawd No bubblegum shit, this a lump sum wad Only write pulp like I spit from a kumquat Young gods, never met, connect through hip-hop Do not break a sweat, collect or get got Roll up on the check, don't let the bliss stop Every time he hit the REC, it just a pit stop I'm elite and my poetry is deep I put the beat in a headlock and go to sleep A beast, no hibernation, imma feast With rhymes on my leash, all Fahim know is "eat" I put the microphone in grief The wounds puncture deep and the boof uncomplete I put the microphone in grief The wounds puncture deep and the boof uncomplete I let it beaucoup down and I pass it down We can't hang around on it, you's a clown I pay dues all the time in the underground Now it's all about the Benjis, time to double down We wish forever, ain't nothing gonna change that So you can put a crown and belt where my name at Fact, nothing gonna change that Put a crown and belt where my name at