You know it's tax season, right?
So, what? You gon' let these niggas continue using you?
What, you ain't gon'
You ain't gon' do what the fuck you gotta do?
Look at you right now nigga?
You hear me nigga?
Do you know who talkin' to you right now nigga?
Do you know who talkin' to you right now nigga?
This Paulie nigga, get the fuck up
And do what you gotta do my nigga!
Gold Elixir, sippin liquor, drinkin' whispers (You hear me?)
'Til I hiccup, Spit up, whichever's quicker (Awww)
Young nigga, the gawdly scriptures
I write is full of theories taking over cities
Every summer and winter (Come on)
See I know
Dealers who'd back me by fronting me work
And I won't front, it won't work
Once again it'll hold me back from gettin back to work (Damn)
I rather them be the benefactor
'Cuz I been a factor (Oh yeah?)
They know I bring Anita flows
Get caught up in the rapture
(Come on Jay! Come on man!)
Still too creative for a Nine to Five (Yeah)
Music been more than music
Gotta breathe it to stay alive (Yea)
I got crowns to turn gold
I got two god daughters
Who got fathers who told me I'll shot call it (Aww Man)
If ever their chapter came to a close
My lil' bro who I told when I make it
He's apart of the mold
I told my mother I wanna buy her luxurious homes
So I don't got energy for you boys who wanna play
You ain't know? Batteries separately sold
(You hear me?)
(Man, Keep going bro, keep going man)
Sipping on Paulie Masson
I wanna slouch in my throne
Crown tilted, taking shots from my chalice
As I write these poems
These peasants act like I owe them
Who them? I don't even know them
(Ayy, Come on man tell them again man)
Sipping on Paulie Masson
I wanna slouch in my throne
Crown tilted, taking shots from my chalice
As I write these poems (Yea)
These peasants act like I owe them
Who them? I don't even know them
(Tell them what I told you)
Paulie told me I'm suffering from being underrated (Right)
Probably the reason I feel like I gotta overstate it (Hunh)
That I own 100% of everything I've created
'Cuz I sat down at Eight years old
Thought of a process and made it?
(Talk ya shit cousin)
This game based on respect and credit (Hanh)
They won't respect it, no matter ya debit
You don't get it, yet it makes perfect sense
When they throw cents like the last two
They don't care bout ya talents much
They care bout who you attached to
But It's CRWNGLD
Too luxurious for nickle & dime rhymes
I'm taxin' if you need demand for me to supply lines
Nine times outta Ten
They need product for prime time
Then try to low-ball the serve
'Cuz ain't no way to net the pay
Volley ball politics
They'll pay you off of a co-sign (Hanh)
From a so-and-so they think they'd blow and go in no time (Yeaa)
Tryna find promo codes so they can overnight the grind
And they ship low-quality shit just to get skipped on timelines (Woo!)
(Awww man)
So pay me mines, I got crowns to turn gold
Made promises to people that's apart of the mold
I told my mother I wanna buy her luxurious homes
So I don't got energy for u boys who wanna play
You ain't know? Batteries separately sold
(That's what i'm talkin' 'bout man keep going!)
Sipping on Paulie Masson
I wanna slouch in my throne
Crown tilted, taking shots from my chalice
As I write these poems
These peasants act like I owe them
Who them? I don't even know them
(Say it again bro, Say it again man! Ayy!)
Sipping on Paulie Masson
I wanna slouch in my throne
Crown tilted, taking shots from my chalice
As I write these poems
These peasants act like I owe them
Who them? I don't even know them
Awwww, shit! That's what the fuck I'm talkin' about
Don't take no more shit from these niggas, ya know?
Fuck these niggas man
If it ain't CRWNGLD, it ain't nothin'
And that's from Paulie nigga
Sipping on Paulie Masson
I wanna slouch in my throne
Crown tilted, taking shots from my chalice
As I write these poems
These peasants act like I owe them
Who them? I don't even know them