Verse 1:
I got cheese but I still rock Levis
In my throwback red and whites Deion's
Tour bus livin, I don’t even know who she was
All I seen was her teeth and her neons
Said it’s time for you to go, bitch be gone
Got the dab rig, hit it with blowtorch
I’mma hit the lobby then do a couple shots of Hen
Probably get obliterated with some coke whores
Some like ice skates, others might snowboard
From the summer smoke tales to the penthouse suites
No more sleeping on the cold floor
My commode’s touch screen, what the fuck's the remote for
And I ain’t into spas and massages
Unless I’m trying to start the menages
People at the bar so obnoxious
Lately I’ve been focused on my money making larger deposits
We’ve been representing the CNT as a family
Planning expanding out from Atlanta to land across the Atlantic ocean
We taking over, conquer the planet
And fuck how many people told me that it’s not gonna happen
Back in 95’ I started up in my studio
I recorded all the rappers I was still in the group with Joe
And the crew would go stupid over the years every dude was dope
Ain’t no future we losing ho, bunch of wannabe rappers
None of us graduated or got a diploma
The disappearance of my father made it hard to control
When the homies robbin' everybody, what you sold it gets stolen
So when they showed up to the studio we rolled it and smoked it
NAWF God hit me up, he said that “Put a crown on it.” should be the slogan
I agreed, that’s why I named my album that
Cuz we like royalty for sure and I’ve been on a power trip
Flavor like a Asian fusion dish, sweet and sour bitch, yee
Verse 2:
Shit I got Gucci on my feet, never wore a pair of Vans though
Nah, not me, came in here solo, but I’m leavin with a rando
At the V.I.P table, bitch I’m Mr. Red Rope
Buckets full of ?, ? and Red Bull, yea
Mix it like an engineer and drink it like it’s jet fuel
Snorting lines of coke with the attendant in the restroom
Cutting lines out up inside the stall
When I can’t think of shit to say I let the diamonds talk
Shining hard on my chest like I just got struck by a lightning rod
I’m looking wet, no counter cloth could dry me off
I’m blinded when I look at the reflection up inside my car
Everyone pullin up on my side in awe
73’ Dodge Charger with the vinyl top
People wanna come and start a conversation any given time a day
And rappers want to show me what they made
They thinking maybe that I like em sign em to the record label
They be looking at me crazy when I say the game is fake
Bitches keep requesting me to message me on Instagram
They say they got a question and a same incentive as in the beginning
But the minute when I hit them back
They send a pic of titties and a video instead of saying “hey”
Any fan of mine I really do appreciate
It’s hard to stop and have a conversation with em when I’m late
But then again I hate a know it all with stupid shit to say
They give advice, but I’m the one that’s in the music biz, you ain’t
Wads they keep a knockin’ like I’m Magic Mike
Upset I might have signed a check or two, but didn’t satisfy me yet
I’m steady focused on the future, had to strategize ahead
Flavor like a Asian Fusion dish, fuck a side of bread , yea-uh Yahh