Vanilla Crown (feat. Michael Kure)

Dark clouds, dark liquor, and dark women

5% tint windows

Vanilla oil scented

Vanilla royal sipping

Since 4:50 been lit, tonight we bringing them dogs out like George Clinton

Head on a swivel boy I got court vision

Glorifying struggle like we can't enjoy privilege

Y'all must think **** enjoy prison

If this part of the game then I'd rather forfeit it

More power to you **** that's your business

Boy done took so many L's he can't afford winning

Lord willing I'm fortunate to see 40 million

Swear to God the kid going ghost

Abortion clinics

This a motion picture

They tried riding the wave and got motion sickness

When I step I light up the room up like a motion sensor

Gotta talk my shit now before they want me censored

They might do me like Jehovah's Witness

With flows so potent it made Jehovah listen

Showing **** a blueprint like I'm J Hova with it

Of course these lazy **** gon tell you I overdid it

C'mon man, fuck I owe these ****?

The drive different I got mileage I can show (chauffeur) for ****

Not too bad for a local ****

This ain't for you if you don't know the colloquialism

We been quoting isms

Don't believe in showing off, the bars chauvinistic

Don't believe what **** say until he show me different

Only test is time but the rest is open ended

Yeah

And it feel like I ain't doing enough

That camera catchin cold angles like it's snow on the bluff

When we was kids throwing rocks before we knew it was rough

Is how a lot of us would like to see life now

One more taste of being a youngin right before we see right now

That's One more chance to talk to my Grandaddy

Jake the Snake, Iron Shiek is he described matches

In so many ways we still connected

I been praying to keep the family protected

Granny still doin good we miss you at every second

She never take nun fa granted dat taught me to count my blessings

But

When it's so many how I'm posed to keep up

Acknowledge God in yo ways is how u posed to speak up

Feel like ion do it enough

Gettin better fa my youngins

When they finally come

Ain half steppin this poem is a form of my run

Came a long way from reacting to the sound of gun

Jus fa neck pieces and pedestals…who won

Take it from me one day we'll all be free

But it's still a lot of thing that I'm paying for

Like credit cards and a bunch sins accounted for

Cus we were born into a world of it

Know I'm hard to handle pray The Lord send me a girl who love it

One who stick beside me under God and put nun else above em

But that's somewhere in the future… Lord willing

This Brown got a **** his feelings

Seen hard times, We all cried dat couldn't keep us down. Un Un