New Prince (Crown On the Ground)
I do not talk, I am just a rapper
Stompin' on these *******s like a whack-a-mole with no hands
Get girls on the floor like slow jams
******* yeah, I'm feelin' myself, no lotion
My light *******ne bright, no roaches
*******, I'm focused
You the one who eyes wrong
Only time I'm worried is when I'm the no-fly zone
Cause I'm so fly, homes
Fresh like pinecones
Female phone book my iPhone
Margarita bright, meanin' limelight
Nerd girls losin' their *******t like prom night
Mouth like a *******, 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
******* a girl's ******* 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 there's a lot of them
Someone tell me why these mutha******s busy hatin' me
Just because I'm rappin' and my style is kinda Japanese
Band of outsiders
Kitsune, APC
Macy's got *******t on me
******* what you heard like a ******* inside alarm clock
I ain't got no jewelry, I leave it at the pawn shop
Two of your chains equals one of my *******rts, sir
You got Jacob's Jeweler, I got Anna Wintour
*******s jealous cause I got more green than seven splinters
I'd 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
I'm 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

I'm 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