my crown lyrics – 50 cent

my crown

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[intro]
they can’t keep a good man down
always keep a smile when they want me to frown
keep the vibes and i stood my ground
they will never ever take my crown [3x]
(fiyah!)

[50 cent]
nah… nah!
i’m still the sh*t, i’m rich already
f*ck around we’ll be readin yo’ obituary
my whip clean, my watch clean
9 karats hoe, that’s what i call a pinky ring
don’t even trick, my heart cold
around the globe, i’m-i’m-i’m on parole
i ball hard, i go hard
they say i’m grimy, up to no good, oh god
shawty work that, when she twerk that
she a 10 and she d*mn close to perfect
i might wan’ stunt, throw a hundred racks
get my man a strap, he gon’ get my money back
i’m ghetto right, i’m super hood
i’m sh*ttin on these n*gg*z like they knew i would
i’m ghetto right, i’m super hood
i’m sh*ttin on these n*gg*z like they knew i would

[chorus]
who jah bless i say no man curse
things get better when they thought it would be worse
here comes the officer who’s asking for a search
they found no weapon just saw me a draw first [3x]
(fiyah!)

[50 cent]
gram after gram, time after time
i got the grind, i can’t help it i got the shine
i do it big, you’re stupid big
i could fit like half the projects in my crib
you stick around, i’m outta here
you on the ground, i’m in the lear
i love yachts, banana boats
either way, call my n*gg*, got to get the dope
they done made me mad, now i’m in my bag
and i’m back with the strap, catch a case, beat a case, rich n*gg* swag
every step i take, every little itty-bitty move i make
turn the big bags of birthday cake, i can’t even fit this sh*t in my safe!
w-w-wait! got more money, come and try not to hate
why you think a n*gg* in and out of state? i’m a pro on the low when i operate
i get the bread, i blow the bread, i’m flashy, i’m shinin
i get the bread, i blow the bread, and my b*tches, and my diamonds

[chorus]

/ 50 cent lyrics