Crown (ft. 3D Na'tee)

I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 King of New York? Nah, now how that shit sound
 King of the coast? Nah, I cover more grounds
 King of oneself? Yeah, that's how I get down
 Yeah, my skin brown, that's the melanin
 Ha, I'm wearing it proud, it ain't no telling when
 Ha, they might come screaming irrelevant
 Ha, he gunned the kid down and plant the evidence
 But I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 Descended from Kings and Queens and we don't know what it means
 Turn the palace to the projects and shatter our steam
 But I'm here to let it be known, no matter the scene
 They can't take royalty from your being
 It's embedded in your DNA and your
 genes, thousand dollar sneakers and jeans
 You could invest in yourself and your dreams
 Is you hearing me now? The pedestal folks letting you down
 Since James Brown said "I'm black and I'm proud"
 They been pumping us with the opposite
 Ah, dividing and conquer, it's pretty obvious
 Ah, misled and misguided, this shit monotonous
 Ah, my Kings and my Queens, show 'em how loud it gets
 'Cause I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 It comes in many forms and many colors is worn
 Same hoodie as Trayvon and gray like when Freddie was born
 This energy here is more than this song
 So if you feeling it, then sing it along
 Go
 I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 I ain't here for playing around, I wear the crown
 Na'tee
 The smarter, the harder the battle
 Classism, blacks prisoned and slaughtered like cattle
 Divide and conquer, is the modern mantra
 Put you in front of your honor before
 your mama could buy you your first Tonka
 The Erics, the Sandras, the little Aiyanas
 Huh, turned into hashtags, shit feeling like Baghdad
 Because of my pigment, I swear the shit is ridiculous
 Living in these conditions, it's hard to duck a conviction
 Misinterpret religion, discourage courage and vision
 Teach us that we were slaves and never 'bout our position
 As royals, subconsciously destroying our esteem
 Kings and Queens, don't let the system scissor your dreams