Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Blackkk Krown lyrics

[Verse 1: Capital Steez] I guess n***as ain't know that I kept patrol So excuse me if I'm seeing sh** Thinking I ain't have no self-control Tell her eat a dick, cause I plead the fifth I been had steez, I don't need to spit I keep it lit, I got a keen incense So I ain't gonna let a n***a sneak a diss Or even feed my bullsh** when I see dissent Still got the same pros in the background Karma came back 'round, it's about cash now King capital, came for the black crown And the globe, so I ain't going back down Cause I swerved with the worst of the serpents I play determined I'm a make it worth it Talk to him, like, state your purpose It better be perfect if I pay for service Momma told me to get my bread up Drug dealers say get this scrilla Just make sure you protect your ends and Correct the errors, the progressive era Never thought that bud could heal us It got my head spinning like a double helix Live fearless, and focus in like f** your feelings, I'm above the ceiling So one for the money, two for the women Three for my n***as, brief intermission King capital, came for the black crown And the globe, so I ain't going back down King capital, came for the black crown And the globe, so I ain't going back down King capital, came for the black crown And the globe, so I ain't going back down [Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez] f**ing hoes with they third eye closed And the other two's rolling backwards Girl just drop when the lingerie Then picture gorgeous head while I'm getting faded I see right through hoes, it's X-rated Her ex taken, so it's s** tapin' Thoughts escaping, no brain cells Pop pain pills, side effect is That I'm erect and that she's a wreck Got the b**h wide open like she's dissected Accept it, more monies than your bank accounts We going all out till we all out, bounce Pray to this beast, though, you pray for the best Breaking your ego, damn, you look stressed You diss a peer and expecting respect When you whisper my name, dog, you sound like a It's whatever, though, I'm still in the mix With my pros and my n***as pushing bricks, it's a work zone 47 is my number, hit my work phone Blowing my line, riding 'round with the AC on It's hot, gotta have ...patience The best lines in the game, ain't no refunds And since life be fun, we don't know how to act now Pro Era, 47, came for the blackkk krown n***a [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] Came for the black crown Came for the black crown Came for the black crown Over heads like Fresh cuts, who's next up? Next is us So my Nexus One got text up by exes All types of chicks I used to "F" with, "F" it They all get pa**ed off, get a "F" for effort Gla** jaw on records, these guaranteed smash hits Believe that, I might drop a tape in the crash pit Wait, we need that, it's that boom bap flow they need back What I gotta do for a piece of pie though? I need that But you see that broke folk with expensive taste got no Cents but still flying to senseless places Expensive states, I just pray that the adventure's great Cause I'm to ignorant to read what this indenture says I might have signed my life away today And this road is the only One I know back In fact, so it's like One for the money, two for my n***as Three for the b**hes, brief intermission Brief intermission Brief intermission [Verse 4: CJ Fly] Hope you know you're gonna be doomed when I jump in the pums Don't wanna be smelling no fumes, so don't get it confused Gonna get slued cooked like a stew, but I ain't, luncheon on you Live on the edge, don't fall in love, but if you jump in it's cool You kind of dusty, I ain't jumping the broom, like my chicks in they Forties, cause they getting out bruise, check it It's leave sumchins blue while this sumchin get blew Gimme a loan when we're alone, ain't dumb so she gave me dome Told me "Lick it." Said, "b**h, you trippin', kick with your cameltoe." And tell me how you getting home Aw, sh**, wrong hook f** it, you from NY And you don't like the Knicks, go ahead and cop yourself a dime You get your sh** authorized, and I'm a author on the rise On the web, I'm like Peter Parker fighting crime On the reel, that's how it be as soon as I drop a line I'm warning you, try your best to not get out of line Why? Otherwise, find yourself in deep sh** How many feet? Six, we don't want to see you eat clips Moon child; my fault, son, if I was blocking your shine Flying through Heathrow , ain't hard to make a hit with the way he throw This heat though , been so maginecto ever since a nino Now he grown, get to see the world with his brethren them Going all the places that you've never been ever since First for the honeys, two for the money Three for my n***as, brief intermission Work, work, brief intermission Work, work I said one for the money, two for my n***as Three for the b**hes, brief intermission Work, work, brief intermission Work, work, brief intermission [Verse 5: Rokamouth] I'm LRG in the smoker's club The swa*kest 47 member with the dankest bud Blowing smoke right in your face, that's that reefer, love Let you peep the blunt, and follow as I lead You could smell me around the corner, a odor of Sour Ds Fresh zips is all I need, re-up to live this life It's mine, it's not a dream to do it like me Let them haters go free, brush your shoulders off, colder than the Realest OG, I got my goon smile on so your Shorties could see, I been rocking these joints way Before I was flee, and I don't know who you want me to be I'm just another emcee with this MPC Roka flow, let me spit so cold These b**hes would never know that I'm coming so real Off this microphone, I'm coming right off the dome I be spitting so real if my n***as would know We like one for the money, two for the women Three for my n***as, brief intermission Brief intermission [Verse 6: Dessy Hinds] Light-skinned n***a, but you know I'm 'bout to black Always got that rap that make a fan wanna come back Got back with the boom, crack with the chuneee; leave a capital Cause I'm about to lower your case and stack soon Cause the cash rules subliminals thrown at you, a king Remembered in time, remember the rhyme, give 'em the bad news I'm that crude, roll around the city in a black suit Who could be that smooth as shots from every angle? The words getting tangled, and the vocals getting strangled Treating tracks like tracks, you know they getting manhandled Pull out the weave, too; she too, ? Rip 'em like a cheap root, then cheap shoot up in her free hoop Won't stop 'til listeners catching ear masturbations And the earwax gon' substitute for pre-ejaculation And while we had 'em waiting for this hot sh** like Cajun style And Jamaican loud, what's the precipitation, n***a now? One for the money, two for my n***as Three for my women, brief intermission Brief intermission It go like One for the money, two for my n***as Three for the women, brief intermission [Verse 7: Capital STEEZ] Old-school fixed gear with the paint chippin' Real n***a, now I'm used to the shape shifting And the ones that I came in the game with They can't give a damn cause we living in the same system Good writtens, I kick 'em to the curb Just so I could get the recognition I deserve Got to keep it down to the earth 14.7 K Gold what I charge for a verse That's sumchin, Amerikkkan Korruption But they act like they never seen a young man Enunciate with such words in abundance So f** the world and let every last nun sit And I be the hood doctor My true shottas got the good product Paparazzi got to look proper But my root chakra probably Foot Locker Partner That's one for the money, two for the b**hes Three for my n***as, brief intermission King capital, came for the black crown And the globe, so I ain't going back down One for the money, two for the b**hes Three for my n***as, brief intermission