MannyWellz - Kids Wear Crowns lyrics

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MannyWellz - Kids Wear Crowns lyrics

[Verse 1: Ciscero] n***as got kids, n***as got jobs Be there all day, when n***as got lives Mommy at work, Daddy ain't home Daddy ain't raise him, so now he raisin' that chrome Bangin' that smithin', that's just the bane for attention Bud in her spliff, that's just the bane for attention n***as be thirsty, they give her praise for admission Shawty ain't workin', but she got steak in her kitchen We call that Sodom, Gomorrah, Sodom, Gomorrah We tryin' to warn 'em when they get tired of Dora And Mommys' in cla**, that teacher ain't teacher That prophet just standin' there, he be tired of preachin' There ain't no hope for the poor, our roof is in debts The richer, the mad; the roofer, the crisp I ever catch you in that coupe, I'll leave you toothless in it I heard we being fed milk but it's just two percented Okay we lookin' for truth, it's right in our face We lookin' around us, it put us right in our place The writings on walls, it won't be long Until he comes, just move it along And wear these crowns, crowns, yeah [Break: Manny Wellz] [Verse 2: Asante] And I woke up wit' conviction On time like them vixens Ya'll rhymes for the misses I'll rhymes for the misfits This be the reason why where we go they in it Packed out shows with niglets doin' kick flips Sittin' next to them trap n***as with the business It's cool, we all different and somehow coherent And someday we'll make it somehow, what's missin' Outta your memory, but I told you and now we rippin' Brah, we rippin' every show though We some real stars out here, no Tony Romo I'm sorry, that's just the red-skins in me That's my lesson over this messin' I'm finessin' the beat, young That's that blessing to me On, top of that green, that's that dressing to me But who cares? These girls hurt with true layers That's why I do prayers and stay way from soothsayers In a form of Bluetooth, rude speak and [?] We make cruel rules and put 'em on you for new shares The lies leave you cold to true flares, real lies What's a God to a non-believer?—still God I'm still fly, when I see these rappers, I see meal time Your flow is reminiscent of a molly, I'm a pill [?] Say I be k**in' 'em in chill time Verses I deliver, I still shine 'Merica got a bit of the habit of tryna' k** kindness But not him, can't stop him from makin' a mil Mindless, like Hopsin New Maserati wit' that box trim I'm boxin' to get out of this box They tried to leave me boxed in And I try to live right, but I stumble Like doin' the moonwalk in oversized Timbs Style is OC like oversized rims You're not cool, I'm Ja cool Ya'll Ja like, no Ja Rule The hood n***as sayin' that chya'll do The good n***as sayin' I got juice This beat is like a nice shoe And life is just a girl, I'm a stalker n***as just hangin' like a nerd in the locker Crowns n***a [Outro: Ciscero] Yeah Until you die, you'll always wear a crown It's on you to believe it or not Many are called, a few are chosen But they kids wear crowns Crowns