crownedYung - Durban or Houstan? Lyrics

F*ck it is?
F*ck it isn't
I'm back up in position
Back up 'cause your back-up bitches
Besides I'm here for business
Bitches give me head for Guinness
Records that I be spitting
I'm sorry you'll have to feel it but flip it
Man I remember how it was in the beginning
Bad eyesight but shit I always had the vision
That taught me how to have more patience than African clinics
Now look at what I am with every single made decision
Y'all must be livid
Forever do what I wanna I'll never need permission
Royal jitas know not to show what they receive per mission
Told daddy I wanted to rap and he thought I was silly
And so I left his house and started kinging
But am I really ready for the king life
Damn
I've become accustomed to sleeping on floors
The old crowd nearly had me creeping on yours
The words 'sleep' and 'creep' go together like a force
My gut tells me: go forth
But move with caution towards
The power in you
Or its devouring you
Dawg
Always live through the courageous coward in you
F*ck Eustace piss on him like your bowels is loose
Yeah
Piss on him like your bowels is loose
Piss on him like your bowels is loose
And never stop it
I'm the fresher topic
I stand out in the game like I'm the Zulu Dennis Rodman
No homo though
Women ride me like I've got promo codes
Last of a dying breed the boy boy got the Dodo flow
They say I live life fast but I'm in slow-mo mode
I've turned my haters into yes men they don't 'no' no more
I agree to disagree with the rest
As she decrees all in my DM
That the D is the best... still I'm a
Durban boy living like I'm from Houston
Only dank up in my blunt
Muddy mud up in my cup
Girls too they're in love with the movement
All they wanna have is fun
They ain't looking for no love
Only dank up in my blunt
Muddy mud up in my cup
Only dank up in my blunt
Muddy mud up in my cup
I pour it up until it overfloweth
My ex-girl still warns me
She don't like my habit
I treat the waters like my name is Moses
I don't know 'em
But I'll be damned if I don't control 'em
They ask me what I'm running for
The best of questions is what am I gunning for
And that's cribs and money galore
The whips too
I'm tryna jump off the gully and soar
Let shit loose on haters that life had bring me before
They hate me but they love me like my name is Kentucky
Fried Chicken my image the slides pimping
This the only thing on this planet that I fit in
Still ima stand out ain't giving no hand-outs
CrownedYung aka the best hands down
Cause I never put my feet up even when I spazz out
We've become tighter since I stretched her vag' out
But I could never trust it
Pass after I puff it
Please bare with me I've been sipping on the Russian
Smoking on some piff that nearly gave me a concussion
If I ain't with the squad then all of this shit don't mean nothing
And I always keep it true through and through this ain't news ima
Durban boy living like I'm from Houston
Only dank up in my blunt
Muddy mud up in my cup
Girls too they're in love with the movement
All they wanna have is fun
They ain't looking for no love
Only dank up in my blunt
Muddy mud up in my cup
Only dank up in my blunt
Muddy mud up in my cup