Outro Lyrics - The Crown Aint Safe - Los

They like, Los, don't give em too much for nothing 

But nothings too much, these niggas doing too much of nothing 

I'm hip-hop's doctor waiting to get it in 

But these rappers like cancer, my patience is getting thin 

They decoding my raps, I'm the coldest in rap 

I raised the bar, like I'm working on my shoulders, my back 

Niggas all in my lane, pulled to the shoulders and back 

I came back to the show, just to show that I'm back 

So nigga back to the show, I show my back to them haters 

To show I kill em wit style, I'll show you caskets some flavors 

I Burberry a nigga, that mean I bury you burr 

So cold I buried you burn, walking away wearing a fur 

Boy I'm outta this world, yall clowns to me 

The man on the moon couldn't talk down to me 

I could box lightning, I mean box lightning 

Cuz my gifts thats shocking so nigga stop biting 

You will never ever, ever ever, ever ever 

Find a, find another nigga like me 

Noooo, noooo 

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They tried to one up me, cause I was 2 down 

Made me the one up running before the sun up 

Now no one could touch me, cause I'm too proud 

I guess I'm way too down to be the one up 

Nobdoy could back me down, nobody could shunt me 

Since nobody backed me now, nobody's in front me 

No Roc Nation, no G.O.O.D. music 

But somehow I still rocked the nation with good music 

No Maybach music, no Young Money co-sign 

Sat in my cousin's Maybach and daydreamed the whole time 

Ambitious, ambitious 

This nigga really got a Maybach, damn nigga 

We hustle hard if your forfeit you die 

44 make fireworks no fourth of July 

We from the inches where the 40 Cal. shells flurry 

And niggas set up with shot guns no Hail Mary 

Only the frail worry, so what you worrying bout 

I'm getting my turn in, I'm happy how I turned out 

Do your thing young slim that's dope 

I'm just out here on the climb like the gym class rope 

I'm one smile past pain, I'm one grin past hope 

So I think I'm the shit long as I'm one cent past broke 

I'd like to report a problem 

You're bout to explore an album 

Disguised as a mixtape, thats hyped on some sort of valium 

You're likely destroy the volume button turning this up 

For every time they turned me down, they had they turn and it's up 

And I hope that you learn that you suckas, suckas found they place 

Go to whoever at the top I said the crown ain't safe 

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