“Crown of Glass”

Yo… mask on, fake smiles in the hallway…

But the real ones know the storm when I walk in,

’Cause I’m the one that do the work they brag about.

Let’s cook…

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They talk like kings, but they rule no throne,

Big mouths loud, but they skin all bone.

Hypocrites flexin’ like they built this scene—

Please… I’m the quiet blade cuttin’ in-between.

Fake smiles in they pockets, lies in they walk,

Whole shift gossipin’, but none of ’em chalk.

I’m the shadow in the cut, makin’ plays on sight,

While they only show up when the spotlight’s bright.

They brag ’bout moves that I made happen,

Actin’ like gods, but the room stay laughin’.

Nah bro—y’all ain’t royalty, y’all pretend,

Crowns fall quick when the truth don’t bend.

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Fake smiles on they face but I see through the screen,

I’m the one behind the scenes keepin’ everything clean.

They talk big, walk small, never earnin’ respect—

I’m the butcher with the blade, cuttin’ lies at the neck.

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I clock in, shut up, and the work get done,

While they chase clout, jokin’ like they number one.

But nah… I ain’t impressed by the chatter or noise,

Real killers move silent—y’all just boys.

They puff out they chest, but they lungs all weak,

Whole vibe counterfeit every time they speak.

Hypocrites switch sides when the crowd come through,

But crumble like dust when I’m standin’ in view.

I’m the backbone—unseen, underrated, unfazed,

While they freeze under pressure like they stuck in a maze.

I never needed validation, never begged for a cheer,

But I expose every fraud when the truth gets near.

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Fake smiles on they face but I see through the screen,

I’m the one behind the scenes keepin’ everything clean.

They talk big, walk small, never earnin’ respect—

I’m the butcher with the blade, cuttin’ lies at the neck.

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They move like kings…

But kingdom’s empty.

They preach loyalty…

But loyalty never tempt me.

They fear truth…

’Cause truth dismantles pride.

Real ones work quiet—

Fake ones run and hide.

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I’m the storm in steel-toes, not the clown on the throne,

I’m the one that turns chaos into somethin’ well-known.

They post up like legends, but they stats don’t hit,

Talk heavy in the group, but alone? They quit.

They hate when the spotlight show they flaws in the frame,

They hate when I’m around ’cause it exposes the game.

I ain’t gotta scream “I’m real,” the record explains—

Check the work logs, homie—my grind sustains.

They smile in my face, but they snakes in disguise,

I read energy quick like I’m trained in the lies.

I ain’t pressed by the fakes, I ain’t bothered by clowns,

I’m the butcher in the back takin’ weak kings down.

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Fake crowns fall quick.

Real ones stay steady.

Behind the scenes?

I’m the blade already.