Crown VI Seconds

[Hook]
We make them scream murder
Gun shot put 'em down
Your king getting murdered
And I'm taking his crown
Mama said don't get your money
Living how badman do
I'm counting paper and it's funny
Now I'm a badman too

[Verse 1]
Born in the city of the shots
Curry in a pot
Whole family of Rastas
Roads he gonna be rolling in the kitchen with my backwards
Flag on me waving on the park we in flatbush
I'm an island boy, be gal dem
Sugar and I'm bad why try the boy?
Blood clot, better mind your head
My own will let it BO and even mind if it dead
Rude boy understanding it's easy
I'm charming they know that from NY to GT
Brooklyn, home of the side where it's sticky
Where niggas played hooky while blasting some Biggie
My brother was bugging
Mom hoping he stopping
You come by your crib and he running your pocket
I watched him take note of the game he was playing
Shit he was saying, moves he was making
To him it was cool, to me he's a fool
My life was just school and not super my Saiyans
He go to his trouble and with him it followed
Biting off more than that nigga could swallow
But egos exist and it went from his fists to us growing up
And him now loading up hollows
I watched the example that nigga would set
For me as as young and I watched him this stress
Our mother's so dear, it put tears on her face
Put fear in our heart but he's not in his place
And I got it, he got locked, I got out of college
Picked up that crown the moment he dropped it
Now he is to watch as the runt of the two
Since I'm playing this game way better than you
You took blood and respect and I find that shit funny
I studied and got it, I'm 'bout my money