King Los - The crown aint safe- Outro lyrics

[Los - Verse 1] Dont give ‘em too much for nothin' But nothings too much These n***as doin' too much of nothin I'm hip-hop's doctor waitin to get it in But these rappers like cancer, my patience is gettin' thin They decodin my raps, I'm the coldest in rap I raised the bar, like I'm workin' on my shoulders, my back n***as all in my lane, pulled to the shoulders and back I came back to the show, just to show that I'm back So n***a back to the show, I show my back to them haters The show I k** ‘em wit style, I'll show you cats get some flavors I Burberry a n***a, that mean I bury you burr So cold I buried your bear, walkin' away wearin' a fur Boy I'm outta this world, ya'll 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 n***a stop biting [Sean Hayz] You will never ever, ever ever, ever ever Find a, find another n***a like me Noooo, noooo [Los - Verse 2] 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, nobodies 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 Maybach and daydreamed the whole town Ambitious, ambitious This n***a really got a Maybach, damn n***a We hustle hard if your forfeit you die The 44 make fireworks, no fourth of July We from the fourth and inches where the 40 Cal. shells flurry And n***as 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 cla** rope I'm one smile past pain, I'm one grin past hope So I think I'm the sh** 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 volume You're likely destroy the volume bu*ton turning this up For every time they turned me down They had to turning this up And I hope that you learn that you s**as, s**as found they place Go tell whoever at the top I said the crown ain't safe [Hook]