King & Queen Sharks

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[INTRO — male | LOW / UNBOTHERED] Yeah… I wasn’t even gon’ say shit. But then you started talking like the crown was vacant. (quiet laugh) That’s crazy. Come on Rylee … [female] Don’t call me twice. I’m already outside. [BEAT DROP] [HOOK — BOTH | HUGE / CATCHY] Talk crazy, get checked, that’s crown talk. Step wrong, get pressed, that’s crown talk. King with a queen, bitch, both of us dogs. You wanted smoke? Cool—take all of it off. Talk crazy, get checked, that’s crown talk. Big pressure, big flex, that’s crown talk. Say it with your chest if you saying our names. Don’t throw rocks then go hiding your hands. Crown talk. Crown talk. You ain’t built for this shit—don’t start. Crown talk. Crown talk. King and the queen—two sharks. [ Male] | CALM / SHARP] Look— You got brave off attention. That’s cute. Got loud for a second, now everybody think you bulletproof. I don’t gotta scream to make somebody feel a room. I walk in calm, let the silence do what it do. I’m not into theatrics. I’m into results. You throw little tantrums, I build something enormous. Big difference. I’ve been turning pain into records and businesses. You been turning feelings into public exhibitions. Damn. That’s rough. But don’t drag me into it then act surprised when the gloves come off. I don’t beef for clout. I don’t argue for likes. I make one record and ruin your whole night. (beat pause) That’s power. [male — MELODIC] I gave too much grace, that’s on me. Thought silence meant peace? That’s funny. I can sing real smooth while I’m cutting real deep. King of this R&B shit. Say it with me. [ male] King of the sound. King of the room. King when it’s love. King when it’s smoke too. And the queen beside me? She don’t play cute. So if you came looking for pressure— Here’s two. [HOOK — BOTH] Talk crazy, get checked, that’s crown talk. Step wrong, get pressed, that’s crown talk. King with a queen, bitch, both of us dogs. You wanted smoke? Cool—take all of it off. Talk crazy, get checked, that’s crown talk. Big pressure, big flex, that’s crown talk. Say it with your chest if you saying our names. Don’t throw rocks then go hiding your hands. [ female] Okay. First off— Who gassed this bitch? ’Cause whoever did it need their money back quick. You doing all that talking, I expected more. Whole lotta barking from behind a closed door. Girl, bye. You ain’t pressure. You a notification. I swipe left, keep moving, no conversation. I don’t gotta prove I’m the woman beside him. I walk in, he smile—that’s enough to remind ’em. And don’t get brave ‘cause I’m pretty and polished. I’m still the same bitch with a mouth full of problems. I can give glam. I can give class. I can give “fuck around, find out” real fast. (laughs) Pick one. [female] You want attention? Cool, now you got it. Want competition? Baby, stop it. You saw a queen, got insecure, started talking. Now I’m standing here looking expensive while you keep spiraling. Damn. That’s embarrassing. Keep my name out your little storyline. You ain’t taking my spot. You ain’t touching what’s mine. And you definitely ain’t stepping to my man like I’m not gon’ slide. The fuck? [female] You should know better… Better… Better… Mess with the crown, get pressure forever. [HOOK — BOTH | HARDER] TALK CRAZY, GET CHECKED, THAT’S CROWN TALK. STEP WRONG, GET PRESSED, THAT’S CROWN TALK. KING WITH A QUEEN, BITCH, BOTH OF US DOGS. YOU WANTED SMOKE? COOL—TAKE ALL OF IT OFF. TALK CRAZY, GET CHECKED, THAT’S CROWN TALK. BIG PRESSURE, BIG FLEX, THAT’S CROWN TALK. SAY IT WITH YOUR CHEST IF YOU SAYING OUR NAMES. DON’T THROW ROCKS THEN GO HIDING YOUR HANDS. [BEAT SWITCH — DARKER / HALF-TIME] [male | RAPID / CINEMATIC] Now let me speed this up. I’m getting tired of explaining. People love throwing dirt till the target start aiming. Then it’s— “That’s not what I meant.” Bullshit. Stand in it. You wanted the moment? Here’s your five minutes. I came from pressure. I know what heat is. I know fake love, fake smiles, fake allegiance. I learned real quick not everybody around you wants you winning. Some just wanna be close enough to watch if you slipping. But I don’t slip. I pivot. I build. I level. Every loss put another damn blade in the metal. Every scar made the voice a little darker and colder. Every year made the chip on my shoulder get bolder. So now—I don’t react like before. I turn disrespect into another record on tour. Turn a little fake war into a headline and more. And somehow every shot just make the crown worth more. That’s tragic. For you. [male — RAPID FLOW] I don’t gotta lie, don’t gotta reach, don’t gotta fabricate. I can say less, hit harder, watch the room gravitate. You can chase drama, I monetize pain. You can chase my name, I’m adding value to mine. You wanted smoke? Now breathe. You wanted war? Now bleed— metaphorically. Relax. (low laugh) [OUTRO]