Godfather of Harlem
Crown Don’t Make You King

[Chorus: Cruel Youth]
A crown don't make you king

[Verse: Conway the Machine]
They say heavy is the head (Talk to 'em), uh
Heavy is the head, give me the game
I still remember eveything he said
Some n***as that's on your block feel entitled to what you got
Them people gon' want your spot soon as you make it to the top
Boy, that's king shit, pay the lawyer off, down the homies stop, king stop
This that boss talk, make the n***as kiss the ring shit
Me and you ain't in the same song
Are you the type of n***a that shoot a lair and get your name on?
Boy, that's king shit
Yeah, same, bitch

[Chorus: Cruel Youth]
A crown don't make you king

[Verse 2: Cruel Youth]
You're tryna steal the game, don't even know how to play
Wearin' a crown won't make you king
I've walked this road before, thought I was done with petty wars
You know I only came to win
Crown won't make you a king but a gun might
Yeah, that pop, pop in the moonlight
Bitches line up, kiss the ring, and other things
Crown won't make a king but a bling might
Stackin' racks 'til they block out the daylight
Power's a beautiful thing
You're tryna steal the game, don't even know how to play
Wearin' a crown won't make you king
[Outro: Cruel Youth]
A crown don't make you king
A crown don't make you king