New Prince (Crown On the Ground)

I do not talk, I am just a rapper
Stompin on these niggas like a whack-a-mole with no hands
Get girls on the floor like slow jams
Fuck yeah, Im feelin myself, no lotion
My light shine bright, no roaches
Nigga, Im focused
You the one who eyes wrong
Only time Im worried is when Im the no-fly zone
Cause Im so fly, homes
Fresh like pinecones
Female phone book my iPhone
Margarita bright, meanin limelight
Nerd girls losin their shit like prom night
Mouth like a pussy, it can never be too tight
Let me guess, you know a better rapper you, right?
Bam-B
Sicker than your grandma
Pass the mix-tape to a friend like Chandler
This track is gettin over written:
Sports Night banter
Tell em that you know me when you runnin through Atlanta
I am at the top
Whether you want or not
And I am in my prime
I am an autobot
I do not talk a lot
I am just a rapper
Fuck a girls pussy bright red like snapper

Sick
Yeah, I stay fly like a pelican
Get new kicks everyday like an ottoman
Ex-girlfriends askin if they get a shot again
I try to call em back but theres a lot of them
Someone tell me why these muthafuckers busy hatin me
Just because Im rappin and my style is kinda Japanese
Band of outsiders
Kitsune, APC
Macys got shit on me
Fuck what you heard like a dick inside alarm clock
I aint got no jewelry, I leave it at the pawn shop
Two of your chainsequals one of my shirts, sir
You got Jacobs Jeweler, I got Anna Wintour
Niggas jealous cause I got more green than seven splinters
Id rather spend that money on a polo from La Tigre
Young , smart, and handsome
Who could even ask for more?
I change the situation like auditioning for Jersey Shore
Im the prince, put your crown on the ground (x7)

Oh , Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh
Sick

Im the prince, put your crown on the ground (x7)

Oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh
Sick