Basquiat Crown

[Hook]
I got my foot up on they necks and I'm never backing down
Throwing dirt on my name ain’t the same when I’m around
Back then I would have killed to have the spot I’m at now
Plotting on a hundred mil and a Basquiat crown

[Verse 1]
Bodybag stuffed in the trunk like fuck a toe tag
Death notes in my note pad like “where the goats at”
Fuck that slick shit I been on I been coming for the throne
And I’m still a stones throw from the place I call my home
I used to live life for applause now I live life for a cause
All my brothers tight knit we cut from the same cloth
I nеver had a sensei all this knowlеdge self taught
And King Havana still a solo act in case you all forgot
My head's been where the clouds at, bars where the stars at
To keep it in perspective, I stayed grounded on the tarmac
Ace of spades blackjack, been playing out the card pack
Backpack rapper still eating out his knapsack
I’m calm and collected with this pen
Spray it like graffiti when I’m aiming at your kin
Toyota what I’m pushing no disguising what I’m in
But I'ma turn this lil Camry to a Tesla then a Benz

[Hook]
I got my foot up on they necks and I'm never backing down
Throwing dirt on my name ain’t the same when I’m around
Back then I would have killed to have the spot I’m at now
Plotting on a hundred mil and a Basquiat crown

[Verse 2]
Ignorance and innocence left deep scars, so far dodging all the faux pas
And so-called rappers tryna co star, my baby told me get at em like protons
I’m asking where the time gone, that’s just another sidebar
They throwing dirt upon my name, I’m a student of the game
Yeah they hate what I became, I’m going back where I stayed
Flexing that ain't where I sleep, peep resentment in your tweets
All them features on your beats stroke your ego when you speak
They hating on the grind and that’s fine
But in time they gon bow down to the goat like baphomet worship
Disrespect to the crown put ‘em in coffins and hearses
Cause you must have forgot I’m still a king at my worst huh
If you don’t believe in karma then you should because it helps
The love I show others turns to blessings for myself
But talk shit on my name and I will shoot below the belt
45 to your pelvis push your hips back like Elvis

[Bridge]
I heard the opps come in hordes, double-digit the score
Took a loss to the chin, felt that shit in my core
Had to burry some friends, had to cope with the stress
God I hope I don’t lose focus, living life with regret
Fighting off the devils and the seasonal depression
I turned my losses into wins and I can’t make exceptions
Girls I used to talk to wanna hinder my progression
But this cross on my necklace blocks santaria hexes

[Hook]
I got my foot up on they necks and I'm never backing down
Throwing dirt on my name ain’t the same when I’m around
Back then I would have killed to have the spot I’m at now
Plotting on a hundred mil and a Basquiat crown