Shua Ashton - Crayola Crowns Lyrics

Little nigger, brain in them clouds
Teach this nigger, break him down
Tried to put their claim on that child
In grade school would sign my name with Crayola crowns

Crayola crowns, why they mad at me?
Crayola crowns, I'm a masterpiece
They would call me out and tell me who I have to be
Bitch, who? I only answer to...

And my brother's like...
Momma, momma, mom it's simple
We need to rush Josh's little
Ass to the nearest hossispital
He's lost and mental, just slobbers spittle
I ask if he's okay, he only talks in riddles
He ate all my skittles, chocolates, Mentos
And your bottle of cough syrup, he downed it all, for real though
He's only eight, he needs his father
I think he thinks he's King Arthur

Crayola crowns, why they mad at me?
Crayola crowns, I'm a masterpiece
They would call me out and tell me who I have to be
Bitch, who? I only answer to...

Back then I had the glow, they made me hold it in
Black skin, black fins, but I'm gold within
Play me now, take you out while I'm going in
I think they call that a revolving door
Already f*cked so what the f*ck we talking for?
Son you, Sun Tzu, this the Art of War
You ain't a bitch, tell me this, what you barking for?
Young and black, lumberjack to that bark of yours
Yeesh

Crayola crowns, why they mad at me?
Crayola crowns, I'm a masterpiece
They would call me out and tell me who I have to be
Bitch, who? I only answer to...

Little nigger, brain in them clouds
Teach this nigger, break him down
Tried to put their claim on that child
In grade school would sign my name with Crayola crowns

Crayola crowns, why they mad at me?
Crayola crowns, I'm a masterpiece
They would call me out and tell me who I have to be
Bitch, who? I only answer to your Majesty