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My Crown


Chorus

We can share crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/ We can share  crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/ We can share  crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/ We can share  crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/

Verse one

In the wake of it all/ I stayed chasin the ball/ I even layed around the house ma/ to wait for your call/ say if a man does cry/ does that make him a chump/ I even made a song cry/ I ain’t even goin front/ I had to get back on my horse/ and start maning the frot/ I started looking for a artist who could carry the torch/ I heard the streets call my name I got back on the grind/ do my lady still love me/ in the back of my mind/ you got the best part of me/ we creating a life/ all I really need to know is you ready to wife/

Chorus

We can share crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/ We can share  crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/ We can share  crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/ We can share  crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/

Verse two

I start to give it all up/ until I linked with the truth/ I kept on taking road trips/ he camped out in the booth/ I kept looking for a job/ I kept coming up short/ I start producing for the dough/ I use to rhyme for the sport/ I put my feelings on the table/ you was beaten em up/ you told me quit wit all that drank/ I stayed feeling a cup/ that’s when the phone finally rang/ you must of knew what was up/ I started moving highspeed/ you started slowing me up/ I got a couple chickens tippin/ they just out for the grip/ most of them pay me no mind/ til they up in the whip/ or when they see me on stage/ and I’m spittin the gift/ you know them type of groupie hens who like to run through the click

Chorus

We can share  crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/ We can share  crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/ We can share  crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/ We can share  crib/ half on a kid/ tell me you my rib/ and it is what it is/

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