Lyrics King Without a Crown (feat. Corey Paul & Swade) - Swade , Thi'sl , Corey Paul

King without a crown, a king without a crown x4
Yeah
Ride around with the top laid back
Let it knock boy, I'm back and I love my city
Got a heart like 'Pac for the block
But your boy big and black like Biggie
Got the dope boys with me, so the po-po see me
And they gotta pull me over cuz they think
I'm riding around with the .4-4 with me
I don't do it for the glory, boy I do it for the king
And I don't bang for the hood, but I do it for the streets
And I do it for my mama, all the nights she sleep
And I do it for my kids, cuz my kids gotta eat
Granny in the kitchen, whipping them turnips
She told me God got me, I told her I turn up
Over beats I turn up, in the streets I turn up
Matter fact imma change my name, from now on you can call me Turn Up
Whatever you thinking and you believeing, I am, I'm not
Unless you thinking and you believing I am, I'm hot
Set this world on fire, you can feel the heat
You die for that crown, mine at his feet
I throw my crown on the ground
And place it at your feet
While I'm out here tryin' to get it
Make sure all my people believe
I'm never down for the count
And I never know defeat
I'm mobbing through the city
And these people watching me
But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown
But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown
But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown
But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown
Give me 5 dollars on pump eight
Transmission slipping we stayed
Ran a little late, we straight
Cuz momma made sure we ate
I was about 9 years old when my daddy got found
Noose wrapped around his neck in the attic of the house
Knew then that the devil would thrill as the blood congealed
He kept the weapon concealed
You swear to God he had gills
Reptilian, cold blooded killer and his co-defendant looked familiar
Say it look like me, say it look like you
If it look like a felon then my cousin got two
My brother got one, and my partner got three
I'm trying to explain to these g's we kings but
A ten dollar rock turn a pretty prom queen
To a beggin' dope fiend on Martin Luther King
Lord please
I'll place my crown at your feet, If I don't know where my crown is
Whole genealogy full of ideology, now I don't know which crown which
How am I successful with this robe and scepter
I'm the reason the king was murked
I don't know what you know
But I'm the one way, way back in the church still smelling like purp
And you say that you do, and my crown made of gold
And my daddy is a king, and I'm right I really deserve death
But the one that was murked, he died for me
And brings a king to his knees, and my crown to your feet
Lord, take all that I got, you know
Prostrate position, face down on the ground
Like the law just hit that block
I throw my crown on the ground
And place it at your feet
While I'm out here tryin' to get it
Make sure all my people believe
I'm never down for the count
And I never know defeat
I'm mobbing through the city
And these people watching me
But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown
But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown
But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown
But I'm a King without a crown, a king without a crown