Broken Crown Kid

Kid acts tough, then folds real quick

Backpedal steps, big talk gets slick (ha)

Says he runs it,

but he can’t stand heat Talkin’ wild till it’s face-to-face in the

street Goes quiet

when the questions hit

Actin’ mean, but the kid is a bitch (uh)

He flex for the camera,

shake when it’s live All that frontin’ never helped nobody survive I’m

done playin’ nice, I’m done with the pitch

Say it plain—yeah, the kid is a bitch (yeah)

Talk big, but you hide when it’s time

All bark, no bite,

no spine

Keep it real—ain’t nothin’ to fix

Everybody knows the kid is a bitch (oh) (na-na) (hey)

He steal your slang,

then he call it “mine” Copy-paste ego with a crooked little smile

Actin’ hard for a minute or two

Then he switch up when the room sees through

I don’t chase clout,

I don’t beg no click

I just say it—yeah,

the kid is a bitch (ha)

Ain’t no villain, I just call what I see If you talk

that talk, better stand on your feet

Grow up, little king of a tiny little myth

Or stay the same—yeah,

the kid is a bitch (ah)

Talk big, but you hide when it’s time

All bark, no bite,

no spine

Keep it real—ain’t nothin’ to fix

Everybody knows the kid is a bitch (hey) (na-na) (ha)