(I)deal - “The Crown” lyrics

I never claimed to be a diety or God, but when they seein me they nod
I don’t believe in these facades, fames a fever dream mirage
Just yankin on my chain like a Vietnamese massage
Takin offense to crossing over is what keeps me on my guard
See as a teen ain’t need a job, it was way easier to rob
Ya I took a couple losses just to even up the odds
Mad snakes be double crossin, if they creep up on my lawn
Bet this double barrel shotgun how they meet their great beyond (8)
I take a week to make a song, some people think that way too long
Take the weak and make em strong, songs creating kings from pawns
I’ll sleep the day I’m gone, my nights greet the day at dawn
Breathin trees to keep me calm, feet in the streets I came up on
I spread the cheese like straight Dijon to all my OG’s & day ones
Before the meek inherit earth, & them same sheep get preyed upon
I put the flame to the beef, serve the streets my famous fillet mignon
And just in case I’m wrong, this time the Butcher came along

October London hook:
They tried to spite me the treated lightly I-
Kill ‘em politely, talk to me nicely if-
They throwin shade then I’m right where the sun beam
If you only remember one thing -
Let it The Crown
(Not the chain on my neck, not even the fame or the checks just)
Let it be the crown
(Till the sound of my name gain respect heavy weight in the brain where it rests)

Benny verse:

They tell me kill ‘‘em with kindness but soon as it stop workin
Do it the old fashioned way shots fly like they Doc Earving (true)
I can rhyme circles around you with live verses
And since y’all don’t givafuck ima make sure they die virgins
It’s past gettin my flowers, overachiever
Remember Shay told me, you a leader but, you dunno your power
I’m thinkin did Malcolm wonder that that picture with the gun in the window would turn to meetings & posters & album covers?
Who made you gangstas? Y’all crew makin statements
They want me stuck to the wall like that blue tape you paint with
They tell me I think I’m better now, we all from the sewer
Kuz bein a entrepreneur like a narcissist to em
But I broke down the politics, squeezed guns like condiments
All the shit I did & I’m still here, that’s astonishing
Visioned myself winning before I hopped in this lane
Like Mike saw himself hittin those big shots in the game (it’s Butch)

Ideal 2nd verse:

When it comes to drugs & music I’m only fuckin with the purest
Third verse is schedule one both the judge’s & the jurors
verdict is murdered it
As my words burden conservatives - I’m mixing herb & bourbon with my curvy topsy-turvy bitch
Gettin twisted like a tourniquet, too lifted for the turbulence
Kick raps that act as nourishment to kids trapped in that recurring skit
Laughin at the rats who flipped like acrobats at circuses
My lack the facts they had to have to capture that we purchased it
Before I had rap sheet, ran at track meets & tournaments
Detoured & resorted to runnin back streets & burglarin
Back when vaccine’s was the last thing that had us worryin
My path was that of a trap king till this rap dream diverted it
Learned ya past ain’t permanent, it’s action that reverses it
I went from movin keys to bein Burt Bacharach with words & shit
So while you passin that reeferbishment imagine what you & your can get
With a compassionate burning passion & a fraction of encouragement