Crowned from the Bottom

Yeah, they talking, they talking. But I can't really bothered.

I'm walking, kept it real, kept it raw. Kept it solid. Now they salty

'cause I'm steady balling. They gonna talk that talk, I let them

run they mouth. All the hate they spread, I just reroute. Coming up,

I ain never slowing down. Now they watch it from the bottom

while I wear the crown. Came from the dirt, I was built

for this. They threw shade, I grew like a garden in the mist.

Every L I took turned to lessons in the script. Now the doubters