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letra de my crown - emtee

[intro]
what they saying man
you n-gg-s got a lot to say
got too much to say

[verse 1]
running round the city looking jiggy
voices in my head keep saying go get it
they used to call me lame till i did it
sticking to my lane, no plane i k!ll it
one of a kind, stay on the grind, i’ma shine
getting high, they say one time for your mind
you see the signs, i’m finna ride on you slimes
you couldn’t even speak when i was in grade 9
ok its time to rap quit the chit chat, where you at
my n-gg- you wack, emotion on tracks, you a brat
now where they do that at
don’t front like you don’t know that i’m strapped
i came from the trap, you posted in my city in fact
so don’t be fronting like i ain’t real
above all you great still
i just hope you ain’t take pills
starting to sound like how drake feels
stop draking, stop faking
the people love you n-gg-, who the f-ck is hating
even them other rappers said the same thing
say people are changing when you need saving
now back to the real stuff, i’m the goat, i still do the most
i’m trynna get a ghost while you posted
i’m in the streets, spreading hope
at the same time trynna get a draco with a scope
atm b-tch i run that
thank god i seen a milli it was run flat
i’m a brand now, i don’t got a gun clap
these n-gg-s talking but i ain’t heard one fact

[chorus]
they wanna see me down
they wanna take my crown
mara gwa tswana
mina ngiya spana

[verse 2]
round 2, never heard about you
till them n-gg-s found you now you in a vaal crew
16 years in the booth, don’t play me, i only had myself to save me
i gave you a hit, now you acting shady
you just like all dee n-gg-‘s trynna break me
you wanna see me down, when i win you frown
you bouchie and you stupid now you losing calm down
calm down
calm down
don’t tell me you don’t know that a n-gg- up now
why you coming at the bigger artist
bigger targets, now i see how cold your heart is
ball so hard they call cops on me
don’t sip no liquor but these n-gg-‘s throwing shots at me
you ain’t finna pop homie, yeah, you just gotta stop homie
what can i say, we wasn’t raised the same
some fall in love with the fame to cover up the pain
i’m trynna raise my son, educate my son
show him the way it’s done

[chorus]
they wanna see me down
they wanna take my crown
mara gwa tswana
mina ngiya spana

- emtee

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