Crowns for Kings (Feat. Black Thought)歌詞

[00:00.000] 作詞 : Jeremie Pennick/Tarik L. Collins
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jeremie Pennick/Tarik L. Collins
[00:02.652]Uh, every king will be crowned
[00:11.481]Trust me
[00:23.236]Uh
[00:23.811]This marathon sh*t, so let's see who first to the finish
[00:26.658]If it's less than a hundred racks, it don't deserve your attention
[00:29.349]'Cause burdens come with it, my second test was servin' a sentence
[00:32.066]My first was make a brick jump like it was hurdlin' fences
[00:34.756]Certainly, my last sh*t was a courtesy, n*gga
[00:37.473]And further, we had bustdowns before you heard of me, n*gga
[00:40.111]Shoeboxes stacked with racks sittin' vertically in 'em
[00:42.985]I'm fresh out of luck, I'm here 'cause I deserve to be, n*gga
[00:45.728]I sat back, a vet, and watched beginners winnin' my belts
[00:48.471]Burned my bridges, came back a good swimmer like Phelps
[00:51.135]You know the feeling, young black male, what y'all dealin'?
[00:53.930]Take your whole life to get it, it only last you a minute
[00:56.621]In the kitchen countin' cash with cats with backward agendas
[00:59.442]Put a Benz in the brick, then toss it back in the blender
[01:02.054]That was us, next to a big like I was Puff
[01:04.771]The good die young, all the OGs thirty and up
[01:07.514]In Alexander McQueen kicks just to dirty 'em up
[01:10.074]Money tree, branches break when they not sturdy enough, uh
[01:13.313]See, I was good with the bad guy role
[01:15.481]Water in my jewels, put 'em on and baptize hoes
[01:18.276]Walk in my shoes, we got Shaq-sized soles (Huh)
[01:20.523]We flatline those wack rap n*ggas wearin' half-sized clothes
[01:23.631]What's the dealy? I'm only 'bout six hours from Philly
[01:26.662]That's an hour on the plane, I'll make it three in the Bentley
[01:29.326]My b*tch keep sayin' I'm famous, but it ain't hit me
[01:32.017]I'm too ghetto, mellowed out, this Hollywood sh*t tricky
[01:34.812]See, before I knew an A&R, I was weighin' hard
[01:38.260]Back when Nicki Minaj was in a trainin' bra
[01:40.794]You play this game, you better play it hard
[01:42.753]The judge'll give you life and later that day, he gon' be playin' golf
[01:46.253]I'm from that era, we don't pay it if you weighed it wrong
[01:48.918]Back when your parents got your baby shoes plated bronze
[01:51.530]We took hip-hop and made it ours
[01:53.777]I sold quarters, just so happens I'm the author of your favorite songs
[01:57.068]They bullsh*tted me, I played along
[01:58.923]More bars than them n*ggas who got hit with the Reagan laws
[02:02.632]Let's go
[02:12.350]Yo, when we was hooked in the hood, gettin' booked like literature
[02:15.720]Kept us shook, like when the boogieman comin' to get ya
[02:18.201]We was crooks, tryna cop more rides than Great Adventure
[02:20.996]Any image we took, not a father was in the picture
[02:23.609]There was times, not a bite nor swallow was in the kitchen
[02:26.351]Real n*ggas made a industry out of they intuition
[02:29.120]Facin' the darkest outcome, sprintin' to outrun the reaper
[02:32.360]Trying not to be the food in the mouth of the beast
[02:35.181]For whom the bell tolls
[02:36.487]Crown kings in Adidas suits and shell toes
[02:39.230]We had to throw a lot of body blows and elbows
[02:41.973]Wishin' we could get from Snyder Ave to Melrose
[02:44.742]Without the Dapper Dan bodybags and jail clothes
[02:47.432]That warned n*ggas not to lollygag when Hell rose
[02:50.201]We railroaded through the thicker things for gold chains and chicken change
[02:53.963]No one throwin' flames, there's growin' pains when in the game
[02:56.471]And the blow, ashes in the snow, it's no remains
[02:59.161]Push the wheel as fast as it could go, we overcame the obstacles
[03:02.453]But when you official, the block miss you
[03:04.621]Even if the old crew choose not to rock with you
[03:07.285]We was blue-black, stuck in the glue trap
[03:09.401]I had to pull my own self up by the bootstrap
[03:12.144]Where everybody play they own part like a tooth gap
[03:15.044]And old heads teach the young hitters to shoot back
[03:17.604]I been livin' proof that the pressure make precious stones
[03:20.582]And real Clarence Avants remain lesser known
[03:23.220]But anybody who question you, send a message to 'em
[03:26.093]I see my seat at the table to be a blessed throne
[03:28.758]Triumph and tragedy, his majesty muscle never atrophied
[03:32.258]The devil is a casualty, sucker, you're never catchin' me
[03:34.714]Even though you been after me, motherf*cker
[03:36.647]You gotta bring a army to harm me, I occupy the capacity up
[03:40.382]Decapitator of a hater in this modern day
[03:43.099]My dossier no less, dealer spray Courvoisier
[03:45.738]I'm Jean-Paul Gaultier, Tom Ford, and Cartier
[03:48.271]Self-made, I fly vintage from the sommelier
[03:51.014]On reserve, flowin' from the blackest fountain
[03:53.365]It's all love from public housin' to the Atlas Mountains
[03:56.187]I've established the average to always bat a thousand
[03:58.720]So after butcherin' this track, it's back to countin'
[04:01.463]The money generated from me leavin' microphones broke
[04:04.258]Probably almost on par with all of Escobar's coke
[04:06.871]When I'm finished, I'ma keep a tennis shoe on y'all throat
[04:09.692]Just in case you mention in a interview you want smoke, n*gga
[04:13.323]Two Fifteen