Dynasty (feat. Royal Crowns)

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I’m all for the team cause I’m part of a dynasty
Young CEO all inside of me
All of these things that I’m trying to be
All of these things
I’m rocking the ring everyday it’s a part of me
Do all this work, I ain’t hiring
I’m probably never retiring, I’ll probably never
I took on the game by myself now they mad at me
Nigga how you gon be mad at me?
I teach just like an academy
Invest my money accordingly
Niggas so lazy they rather be mad at me
For what I work and accomplishing
Everything I do is promising
My future look very promising
I put the team on to the money I promise we gon’ live it lavishly
I got my vans on, but you rocking the Louis and ain’t got no money still
Champion rings on, so I’m out to go get it from whoever getting it
Might put the fangs on, Ima feen on a bitch and I ain’t gon regret this shit, yea
You know I work for this shit
I’m go hard on this shit
I been the man for bit
Know I been hitting this shit
I been snacking on bitch, but I ain’t slacking on these hits
This shit might sound like a diss, but I ain’t make time for no steak
The savie nigga making hits, but you never seen it like this
Run up a brick on these pricks
I make a scene with the hits
Till you see it you’d think it’s a myth
I move heavy you know I don’t slip
Big umbrella the Phantom is lit
Shoot the beat that’s a dead man
He hating on me I’m a deaf man
I keep the stick all on my left hand
Gotta keep the choppers for protection
And I hold the money on my right hand
At the top with the team we some mad mans
Gotta stay with the cash cause I’m high end
Put my dick in the bitch in her tight end
You know my network ain’t cellular
Promise my niggas irregular
Come to me, don’t send a messenger
I keep the heat, what’s the temperature?
Neck from your bitch Ima sculpture her
Broke down her neck like a wrestler
When she come back you gon question her
When she come back you gon question her
Hannibal Lecter, eating these rappers for dinner
Probably be hot in December
Took me a loss, now I’m a winner
I’m no beginner, I’m probably the ender
That means I’m finished
This might be criminal, these bars I carry them
I got a plethora, I am so extra
I want the money, the fame and etcetera
I am ahead of you, like a cell in your modular
I need a medal bruh, and I might pedal you
That means I’m gone gone
We blowing on home grown cause I’m grown grown
Don’t care what you tell a friend, know I made you moan moan
You ain’t gotta lie, don’t you dare deny
Yea, I got the face, I ain’t talking
I kiss you on your head, then I say goodnight
Had you feeling special you ain’t gotta lie
Hate the way that I be spitting it
Smooth with the flow like I’m liquorish
Ima freak the beat and we don’t even kiss
Now they know I’m dope, thought I ate a brick
Man up but I don’t talk much
You talk a lot and you don’t make it count
Every move I make, it got a purpose now
Lamborghini dreaming like I’m Pusha T
Forget the top I gotta rock a tee
Probably not what they was imaging
Still I’m picture perfect when they picture me
Swear I’m different not a simile
F-ing the beat with OD
Didn’t know that I was OC
I’m like Young M.A, times three
No, that ain’t a diss cause I don’t diss much
I’m just trying to get my wrist up
I’m just trying to get my chick up
Middle finger to the whispers
Two fingers to the listeners
Tell them labels come and get us
Need the butter for the biscuits
I been down trying to get up
You get down when you lick up

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