Crown of Vices

Born in the gutter, still talk like a king (yeah)

Spit like a verdict, every bar got a sting

You wanted vile?

I'll give you vile then

Gold on my neck, but the heart got rust

Smile in your face, but I don’t do trust

Crown tilted, eyes red, breath dust

I made a throne from the people I crushed

You want direct?

Name names, not hints

You’re a post, I’m print

You’re a meme, I’m mint

Little boys bark big on a cracked screen

In the flesh, turn quiet, go caffeine-free

I don’t do subs, I don’t do sneak

Say my name once, we’ll be talking all week (yeah)

Vile like the venom in a king’s gold ring

Cold-blood talk when the phone might ping

Say it to your face, I don’t hide, I don’t sing

I’m a sinner in a robe, still crowned as a king

Real ones stand when the lies all cling

You bend, you fold, you a cheap little fling

Direct with the hate, with the love, same thing

I’m a sinner in a robe, still crowned as a king (king)

I don’t do peace talks, I just do proof

Pull up with receipts, let the ink bruise truth

You were acting like a lion in a chat room loop

Saw you in the street, you were praying for a truce

Sharp with the tongue, that’s a guillotine swing

Cut a fake off, feel lighter, that’s a win

You kiss every ring just to sit by the rim

I built every brick that I sit upon, grim

Raised in the dirt, now I track that mud

On the marble floor where your idols stood

You want clean hands? Then don’t shake mine

These palms wrote contracts written in blood (yeah)

Vile like the venom in a king’s gold ring

Cold-blood talk when the phone might ping

Say it to your face, I don’t hide, I don’t sing

I’m a sinner in a robe, still crowned as a king

Real ones stand when the lies all cling

You bend, you fold, you a cheap little fling

Direct with the hate, with the love, same thing

I’m a sinner in a robe, still crowned as a king (king)

No mask, no veil, I’m the cut, I’m the scar (scar)

You pray I fall off, but I’m stuck in your charts

You wanted me cruel?

I was kind till you sparked

Vile like the venom in a king’s gold ring

Cold-blood talk when the phone might ping

Say it to your face, I don’t hide, I don’t sing

I’m a sinner in a robe, still crowned as a king

Real ones stand when the lies all cling

You bend, you fold, you a cheap little fling

Direct with the hate, with the love, same thing

I’m a sinner in a robe, still crowned as a king (king)