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, I'm feelin' myself, no lotion My light shine bright, no roaches Nigga, 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 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 girl's 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 there's a lot of them Someone tell me why these muthafuckers busy hatin' me Just because I'm rappin' and my style is kinda Japanese Band of outsiders Kitsune, APC Macy's got shit on me Fuck what you heard like a dick inside alarm clock I ain't got no jewelry, I leave it at the pawn shop Two of your chains equals one of my shirts, sir You got Jacob's Jeweler, I got Anna Wintour Niggas 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