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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steveno X Davis
Songwriter
Lyrics
I been rather reflective
In my reflection
Tryna keep my balance
Every step ain't so selective
You so disconnected
Infectious
Kings Disease
Crowned in Doubt from yo perspective
I been rather reflective
In my reflection
Tryna keep my balance
Every step ain't so selective
You so disconnected
Infectious
Kings Disease
Crowned in Doubt from yo perspective
Im next in line, the hustle grand in my bloodline
You bless the food when you highly favored by the most high
Jus seein all the angles; so I ain't worried bout no cosine
An still don't pick a fence while yal pick sides
Jus searchin for a new sign
Don't be such a nuisance
Won't fold like no futon
One for all wit the Groupon
Pull up fashionably truant
Shinin lika nuance
I got it out the mud
You silver spoon fed niggas
Couldn't sit round the table
When it's crunch time
So nigga in the meantime
I'm cooking; serving soul food
Bet shit gets deeper than what
These surface dwellers used to
No show & tell
I bleed the proof
Me & my shorty
Took some time for space
Tryna grow we gotta make some room
Holyfield wit the home troops
Mama raised a cold soldier
Tryna shoulder a cold world
An end up wit a cold shoulder
Do right by my people
So I ain't waiting on no type of closure
An if I had to watch the throne
Tell'em that they reign is over
I said tell'em that they reign is over
I been rather reflective
In my reflection
Tryna keep my balance
Every step ain't so selective
You so disconnected
Infectious
Kings Disease
Crowned in Doubt from yo perspective
I been rather reflective
In my reflection
Tryna keep my balance
Every step ain't so selective
You so disconnected
Infectious
Kings Disease
Crowned in Doubt from yo perspective
How you royal wit no loyalty??
Been a slum dog but you
Speak to me like I'm noblesse
Smoking something potent
Got me focused for a niggas needs
My honor don't align wit greed
Jus spread the wealth watch what it brings
The fam you can't forget to feed
Wouldn't get it if you ain't come from it
If I ain't learned my lessons
Not enough fingers on my hands
To finally count a niggas blessings
When I'm down on my last bet
Id stretch it while you stressing
Get back whatever I'm give
So nothing ain't worth regretting
Writer(s): Steveno Davis
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