Chords for Benny the Butcher - Crowns for Kings Ft. Black Thought (Prod. DJ Shay)

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[Fm] _ Everything will be [Gm] crowned, custom
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_ _ [Cm] _ Uh, [Gm] this marathon shit, so let's see who first to defeat it
If [Fm] it's less than a hundred racks, you don't deserve your attention
Cuz [Gm] burdens come with it, my second test will serve in a sentence
[Fm] My first was make a brick jump like it was heard in the fence
[Gm] Certainly, my last shit was a courtesy nigga
[Fm] And further we have bust downs before you heard of me nigga
[Gm] Shoe boxes stacked with racks sitting vertically in em
[Fm] I'm fresh outta luck, I'm here cuz I deserve to be nigga
I [Cm] sat back a vet and watched beginners winning my belts
[Gm] Burnt my bridges, came back a good swimmer like Phelps
[Fm] You know the feeling, young black male, what y'all dealing?
[Gm] Take your whole life to get it, it only last you a minute
[Fm] In the kitchen counting cash, with cats we're back with agendas
[Gm] Put the bins in the frick, then toss it back in the blender
[Fm] That was us, next to a big like I was Puff, [Gm] the good die young
All the OG's dirty enough, [Fm] and Alexander McQueen kicks just to dirty him up
[Cm] Money tree wrench, break when they not sturdy enough
[Gm] See I was good with the bad guy roll
[Fm] Water in my jewels, put em on them baptized hoes
[Gm] Walk in my shoes, we got Shaq sized soles
[Fm] Flatline nose, whack rap niggas wearing half sized clothes
[Gm] What's the dilly?
I'm only bout six hours from [Fm] Philly
That's an hour on a plane, I make it three in the Bentley
[Gm] My bitch keep saying I'm famous but it ain't hit [Fm] me
I'm too ghetto, mellowed out, this Hollywood shit [Cm] tricky
See, before I knew it A&R, I [Gm] was weighing hard
Back when Nicki Minaj was in a training [Fm] bra
You play this game, you better play it hard
[Gm] The judge give you life, and later that day, he gon' be playing [Fm] golf
I'm from that era, we don't pay it if you weighed [Gm] it wrong
Back when your parents got your baby shoes plated [Fm] bronze
We took hip hop and made it all
[Gm] I sold quarters, just so happen I'm the author of your favorite [Fm] song
They bullshitted me, I played along
[Cm] More bars than them niggas who got hit with the Reagan [Gm] law
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[Fm] _ _ When [Gm] we was hooked in a hooking book
Like Little [Fm] Richard kept us shook
Like when the boogeyman come in the kitchen
[Gm] We was frooked, trying to cop more rides
Than Great [Fm] Adventure, any image we took
Not a father was in the [Cm] picture, there was times
Not a fight, nor swallowers in the kitchen
[Gm] Real niggas made the industry out of their intuition
[Fm] Facing the darkest outcome
Sprinting to [Gm] outrun the reaper
Trying not to feed the food in the mouth [Fm] for the feast
For whom the bell tolls
Crown [Gm] kings in Adidas suits and shell toes
We had to [Fm] throw a lot of body blows
The elbows, wishing we [Gm] could get from Snyder Ave to Melrose
Without the [Fm] dapper damn body bags and jail clothes
[Ab] That war niggas not to lollygag with hell rose
We [Gm] railroaded through the thicker things
For gold chains and chicken [Fm] chains
Knowing throwing flames is growing pains
Winning the [Gm] game in a blow, ashes in the snow
If no [Fm] remains, push the wheel as fast as it could go
We [Gm] overcame the obstacles
But when you official, the block [Fm] miss you
Even if the old crew choose not to rock [Gm] with you
We was blue black, stuck in the glue trap
I [Fm] had to pull my own self up by the bootstrap
Where [Cm] everybody play they own part like a tooth gap
And [Gm] old heads teach the young hitters to shoot back
I've [Fm] been living proof that
Depression make precious stones
[Gm] And real clamor, savage remains lesser known
[Fm] But anybody who question you send a message to him
[Gm] I see my seat at the table to be a blessed throne
[Fm] Triumph in tragedy, his majesty muscle
Never [Gm] atrophy, the devil is a casualty sucker
You'll never [Fm] capture me even though you been after me, motherfucker
You [Cm] gotta bring an army to haunt me
I occupy the [Gm] capacity of
Decapitator of a hater in this [Fm] modern day
My dossier no less, Dillard's Creek or [Gm] Rossier
I'm Jean Paul, Gadier, time for
And [Fm] Cartier self made
I fly ventiles from the [Gm] Somaliate of reserve
Flowing from the blackest fountain
[Fm] It's all love from public housing
To the Atlas [Gm] Mountains
I've established the average are always bad a thousand
[Fm] So after butchering this track, it's back to counting
[Cm] The money generated from me leaving microphones [Gm] broke
Probably almost on par with all the [Fm] Escobar's coat
When I'm finished I'ma keep a tennis shoe on your [Gm] throat
Just in case you mention in an interview you want [Fm] smoke, nigga
2 for 10
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