Crowns Are For Vanity
Crowns Are For Vanity is an 18-track cinematic descent into ego, ambition, and survival—crafted with surgical precision and emotional volatility. Co-executive produced by Adam Felch, the album unfolds in two distinct acts: the first is introspective and restrained, a slow burn of self-examination and mythic tension; the second erupts with raw energy, unfiltered emotion, and unapologetic confrontation. The sonic landscape is genre-fluid yet tightly controlled, echoing the album’s layered symbolism and cryptic storytelling. The cover art is anything but minimal. It’s a visual cipher—dense with clues, easter eggs, and mythic motifs that reward close attention. Every detail is intentional, every symbol a thread in the larger narrative. It’s not just packaging—it’s part of the ritual. From the opening track “Crowns (Intro)” to the explosive “Triple Threat,” each song functions as a confrontation—designed not for passive listening but for immersive reflection. “Triple Threat” sets the tone for the album’s emotional architecture: a declaration of multidimensional power, where lyrical dexterity, emotional depth, and visual storytelling collide. It’s not just bravado—it’s a reckoning with the cost of being exceptional in a world that demands simplicity. RealasChris and Chief Mazi each make a singular appearance, their verses woven seamlessly into the album’s emotional terrain. Their contributions feel less like features and more like strategic inflections—moments of outside perspective that deepen the narrative without disrupting its cohesion. “H2O (Flawless)” stands out as a moment of romantic clarity. It’s not just a tribute—it’s a dialogue between equals. The woman is flawless and knows it, not in arrogance but in truth. The man, equally self-aware, recognizes her brilliance while affirming his own. Together, they form a balanced tension—two forces that complement rather than compete. It’s a love song rooted in mutual power, respect, and emotional fluency. The album refuses to settle into one emotional register. “Good Vibes” blends Latin-laced melancholy with cryptic optimism, “Manifest” offers romantic grit and spiritual yearning, while “H2O (Flawless)” channels soul-soaked resilience and quiet defiance. Each track is a shapeshifter, much like the artist himself—always balancing vulnerability with power, anonymity with precision, and myth-making with emotional truth. Crowns Are For Vanity isn’t just an album—it’s a confrontation, a confession, and a legacy in motion. It rewards close attention and demands emotional honesty, inviting listeners to strip away their own crowns and confront what lies beneath.
01 Crowns (Intro)
"Crowns (Intro)" is a stark, anthemic opening that sets the tone with visceral lyricism and haunting production. D. Monroe confronts ego, survival, and legacy head-on—“Caught in a bind, egos is blind…”—inviting listeners into a world where power is both armor and burden.
Lyrics
Crowns Are For Vanity, rose from the mud single-handedly Played with the cards that they handed me Most nights was bluffing but my thought was fuck it Cause I'd rather die than be nothing, so scrambling Hoping a seam open up, or a dumb stroke of luck But I'm going for broke understandably, Hail Mary Feeling forsaken, the bravest of faces, but confidence shaking, my heart weary I went through my paces, I've been through the wastelands They thought I would fold, on the contrary Shit gave me my strength, I could take on the ape When you channel that hate, you can see clearly Now the hating to stand near me, shine like a VVS All the shade in the world, they like how in the fuck is he brighter, they so perplexed Uhh yeah, heavy the head of the man with the crown Heavier heavier heavier now, tell them it's up but they rather you down Uhh yeah, heavy the head of the man Gotta stay ready, you ready, I'm ready, hand steady, just stick to the plan Am I crossing the line, find myself filling the nine up to the top Caught in a bind, egos is blind, one in the head, but where does it stop I mean I know gutters, spent time in the sewers Grew up around shooters, we all that we got Listen to 'Pac, don't nobody push me I really don't wanna be something I'm not Money a beautiful thing, still it don't shield from the pain Last August still on my brain, venom is all in my veins Thinking of all that I gained, try not to take it in vain That is the price that we pay, moment of weakness and bang Moth flew too close to the flame, all my hard work set a blaze But who takes the blame Couldn't give you a name, shit that just go without saying They ain't give me a lane, determined to bully my way They played in my face, but now everybody ain't playing So I give what they gave, only option on the table is to take it Uhh yeah, heavy the head of the man with the crown Heavier heavier heavier now, tell them it's up but they rather you down Uhh yeah, heavy the head of the man Gotta stay ready, you ready, I'm ready, hand steady, just stick to the plan Stick to the script Uhh yeah, heavy the head of the man with the crown Heavier heavier heavier now, tell them it's up but they rather you down Uhh yeah, heavy the head of the man Gotta stay ready, you ready, I'm ready, hand steady, just stick to the plan Stick to the script You don't know the half, if they had a fraction of my problems wouldn't last Still everybody got opinions, did I ask Remember when the only thing that mattered was a bag But now I know better, and it ain't no looking back Unplugged from the matrix, rose from the pavement Rose from the ashes, when they left me forsaken I want reparations like I'm fresh off the plantation Fire in my heart simultaneously racing Revolution on the horizon, they wonder why I'm anxious I understand my value, some perceive me as patient Actually the furthest from the truth, I'm sick of waiting Calculated risk, but confident that I can make it Leap of faith and should I fall at least I try to get it Not a hint of hesitation, cause he who hesitates is lost I'd rather die as the man that I'm becoming than not live at all Yeah, a common theme in hustler's dream But death can hold the line, I'll click over when we got room to breathe My daughters still growing, time flying, they 15 and three So I can't get complacent, not pacing them to be worry-free More complicated now that Trump's in seat Rather teach my kids the money tree and living comfortably Not pulling back the curtain and revealing what they really mean Maga in some circles equals take out the minorities Steady your hand, make sure you breathe before the trigger squeeze Before I bury mine, I'll go for broke, paying these lawyers fees I don't condone violence, I'm the chillest person normally But any threats acquired, they'll be trained to act accordingly Hope the quarter end gorgeously, building up a bank full of bitcoin So when shit hit the fan, just pull the rip cord Was all about a dollar till we figured out what we was really in for Strategically misinformed, money they just print more Make you wanna spend more, the irony they"spin" more Water down the currency, then overtax the imports Fighting wars on multiple fronts, to be a king and burden every battle All them at once You can't ignore it, when the ceiling closer than the floor and Your heart no longer longing for the torment They hungrier and want it more than It makes you redefine what's important Crowns more than you bargained for, no I can't afford it But can't avoid it, ambitions exploited And destiny insists you fall, as you once were anointed So every time that I succeed, they secretly disappointed Is that the spoils of a king, or just the source of the poison Crowns Are For Vanity, Vanity, Vanity.
02 Say My Name In Vain
“Say My Name In Vain” is a blistering meditation on betrayal, survival, and self-worth in the face of scrutiny. D. Monroe threads personal loss, public judgment, and quiet resilience into a relentless lyrical performance, where every bar feels like a confession and a confrontation. Anchored by a mantra of defiance—“I probably wouldn’t change a thing”—the track transforms slander into fuel, exposing the cost of visibility while refusing to compromise. It’s a raw, cinematic moment in Crowns Are For Vanity, where the crown becomes both armor and target.
Lyrics
Never focus on the loss, focus on the lessons, but of course What's the beauty in the top, if you've never touch the floor Furthermore it was on, cause you blink and then you gone Like my daughter just was born, like my father really gone Like that boy got in his feelings and was loadin' up the jawn Cause my girl is super bad, and my money really flowing Yeah it's better, yeah it's better, when a boy was really no one Cause when everybody know him that's when shit'll leave you open You will never see it comin' when you catch it from the closest When you eyeing up aces and you overlook the jokers In the court of public opinion, guilty from the beginning People turnin' they back, we was never friends, good riddance Surviving head-on collisions, ain't no doubt that I'm favored Jealousy in they system, power pussy in paper It's like that, glance at the text and never write back I'm goin' places, stay where you at, yeah, I'll be right back If I had a dollar every time they said my name in vain Shit, I probably wouldn't change a thing Chip on my shoulder and I'm focused like a laser beam On God, I'd rather die than survive bein' everything I hate to see I got a plan, just take more from this world than it take from me They don't know the story, so they substitutin' facts They don't know the struggle, you can't tell me to relax You ever take your last and then stretch it to the max Back against the wall, I can't go no further back But you would never know, cause that's the shit that I would never show Why you runnin' round here actin' like a hoe With your hand out, how I play the cut and still stand out Never played the corner, heed the warning, that's a jammed route Boys receivin' numbers like Marr Chase what they hand down Some ain't get a jury, blood covered jewelry it's man down Always check your mirrors, that hateful spirit get ran down Watch out for the blue, but the one shootin' that man brown Yeah, profound thoughts, in foreign air It's wheels up, we almost there With survivor's remorse, no type of support They say that they love you, but what is the cost, EVERYTHING If I had a dollar every time they said my name in vain Shit, I probably wouldn't change a thing Chip on my shoulder and I'm focused like a laser beam On God, I'd rather die than survive bein' everything I hate to see I got a plan, just take more from this world than it take from me This year tripled up my profit, plugged in like a socket Tryna keep it cordial now that everybody rocking Yo, how can I forget though, my blessings tried to block it Last year I was toxic, now you in my pocket Boy is that plot thick, curves in the road like a bad bitch On a high road to the bag bitch Hollow tips, stoop to your level, shit'll get rowdy quick All about a dollar so every move make a lot of sense If I had a dollar every time they said my name in vain Shit, I probably wouldn't change a thing Chip on my shoulder and I'm focused like a laser beam On God, I'd rather die than survive bein' everything I hate to see I got a plan, just take more from this world than it take from me
03 The Move (Feat. Chief MAZi)
“The Move” is a celebration of elevation—from park benches to corner offices, from survival to ownership. D. Monroe and Chief Mazi trade verses with swagger and precision, reflecting on loyalty, legacy, and the blurred lines between love and leverage. The hook rides like a mantra for motion: even when the tank’s on E, the drive never stops. It’s a flex, a reflection, and a reminder that the margins they once slipped through are now the margins they bank.
Lyrics
From Young Kings to OG's, from Co-Ds to Co-owners Uptown to low-key with the big house in the corner office Corner markets, used to be on corners often, slipped through by the thinnest margins Now all the margins we bank, ain't no such thing we can't, I'm beggin' your pardon Flew out to Fiji to think, spent with most make in a year, I switch to the targets Aim for the stars, I'm guessin' they know who we are, spreadin' they legs like some margarine Mixed up success in that cauldron, fuck stylishly dressed in a coffin Killin' em softly, get em up off me, I am the best at that boss shit Mazi a threat when we walk in Holdin' they breath, and they clutchin' they chick, Oh is that your girl? This is awkward Let my resume do the talkin Got em feelin' the way, what can I say, came a long way from that park bench Now we up to the plate, why play it safe Nah, the chips goin all in I'm ridin' around my side of town my whip floatin' on E But I ain't stoppin, hit the gas on em, case niggas plottin' with me Switched up my vibe on em, now niggas switched on me Shorty love me for the bread or she really fuckin' with me I'm ridin' around my side of town my whip floatin' on E But I ain't stoppin, hit the gas on em, case niggas plottin' with me Switched up my vibe on em, now niggas switched on me Shorty love me for the bread or she really fuckin' with me They let the chief in the game, fire still lit through the rain-a-ain Even my drip come with pain, run up get hit with the same-a-ame Chill when the pressure on me, I got protection on me Niggas ain't flexin' on me, two women touchin' on me Turnin' them lessons to keys, turn on my engine and leave Roll up that tropical breeze, my car float like seas She hit that gas and wanna leave, probably got tricks up her sleeve Probably got tricks on the pole, probably hit that on the floor Probably gon' slip out the door, probably come back with some more Her shit ridiculous though I roll my gas by the O, haters get mad cause I glow Cop me some cribs on the low low low Chill with my niggas and blow, make sure the business on go go go I should get paid for this shit, you catch my wave and my drip I misbehave when I sip, might still got weight on my hip Bosses relate to this shit I'm ridin' around my side of town my whip floatin' on E But I ain't stoppin, hit the gas on em, case niggas plottin' with me Switched up my vibe on em, now niggas switched on me Shorty love me for the bread or she really fuckin' with me I'm ridin' around my side of town my whip floatin' on E But I ain't stoppin, hit the gas on em, case niggas plottin' with me Switched up my vibe on em, now niggas switched on me Shorty love me for the bread or she really fuckin' with me
04 Mandatory
“Mandatory” is a masterclass in effortless dominance—where authenticity isn’t optional, it’s the baseline. D. Monroe glides through verses with calm authority, blending street-coded wisdom, romantic tension, and sharp social critique. The hook hits like a mantra: “Authentic as they come, that shit is mandatory.” It’s a track that flexes without forcing, seduces without chasing, and reminds listeners that real influence doesn’t beg—it moves.
Lyrics
What I say goes, they all confused, why your face so long Follow my lead and you can't go wrong I really do it, now she leaving and they ruined, cause she under my influence Why that rizz so strong? They understand my story I keep it real, I guess she felt it, now she looking for me And don't compare 'cause we in total different categories Authentic as they come, that shit is mandatory What we really talkin' bout, ask about me the word of mouth The boy is getting money the woman love me, I turn 'em out But tell us something different like who you and your paper route I heard you from the city that chew you up and then spit you out Facts, but I'm still intact Fly, ain't no looking back Mind on another level Streets would have kept me trapped They wanna catch me lack Creep up you catching that Proficient with the metal, get a free piercing 'fore you get a pass This ain't another song bout what I got This that show you that potential when you think outside the box When really keep basic, but she begging you pop And them boys being lookin at at you like the cheat code that unlocked Analyze and spin it like a Kendrick fan I'm chilling like a ceiling fan, you heavy as milligram I'm pressure but no effort, it don't take too much to a kill ant Just waiting for the day that we prioritize the real again What I say goes, they all confused, why your face so long Follow my lead and you can't go wrong I really do it, now she leaving and they ruined, cause she under my influence Why that rizz so strong? They understand my story I keep it real, I guess she felt it, now she looking for me And don't compare 'cause we in total different categories Authentic as they come, that shit is mandatory Gave me the fuck you eyes, walking by Had to process the shit, she was past a dime And these little dude was lurking but that's asinine Threw at me like Hurts, and I caught vibe She got every attention, like a caution sign Never pressing I just slide up on her nice calm No jewels no names on chest or sleeve Damn you spent a whole check, while she check for me All I need is a cut and my shoes is clean Checkmate playboy now the remove queen You a pawn buying drinks on the losing team Shooting at the wrong basket, I kill em close casket I bend her frame backwards, we mastered that mattress The night still young, it's DoorDash more action Netflix are we still watching keeps flashing But every time I grab the remote she go back in What I say goes, they all confused, why your face so long Follow my lead and you can't go wrong I really do it, now she leaving and they ruined, cause she under my influence Why that rizz so strong? They understand my story I keep it real, I guess she felt it, now she looking for me And don't compare 'cause we in total different categories Authentic as they come, that shit is mandatory I'm not cocky I just know how to win, and my team too so bring your friends And we can chill and play spades and make drinks and the view from the room is as nice you think let's talk life, and get close, from the moment spoke, so intrigued by your pretty ass face...
05 The next Thing
“The Next Thing” is a relentless flex on momentum, clarity, and separation. D. Monroe moves like a strategist—dodging distractions, scanning rooms, and stacking wins while others chase clout. The hook loops like a mantra for elevation: “We on the next thing, and the next thing…” It’s not just ambition—it’s refusal to stagnate. With sharp wit, global references, and unapologetic swagger, Monroe makes it clear: he’s not here to compete, he’s here to outpace.
Lyrics
You screamin' ten toes down, but you always in the way We on these passport stamps, yo that's all I got to say Had to find a better way Took the path that no one takes Talkin' real slick, eat a fat dick, I use hate as motivation Lately I been anxious, if you know, you know, gotta lock in I gotta tighten up my laces, places, filmin' on location, basic shit The way they tag me, add me or @ me, it's time to scan the room See the hoes and the stick up boys, they pop up like acne I'm only tryna pop one, but I'll shoot my shot like an athlete I'mma keep my distance while they racin' to the finish like a track meet You claim that you ride, but this shit hit different in the backseat Ask your girlfriend, been a good year, yeah the stock up like a high note in a opera I was never on, what they was on, when they was on, I'm like say no more Paid in full, and I played it cool, better pay that man, I'm just getting warm Riding round, like you somethin' now, no that's not allowed, youse a fuckin' clown We on the next thing, and the next thing, then the next thing, and the next thing I was never on, what they was on, when they was on, I'm like say no more Paid in full, and I played it cool, better pay that man, I'm just getting warm Riding round, like you somethin' now, no that's not allowed, youse a fuckin' clown We on the next thing, and the next thing, then the next thing, and the next thing The way the chain swing, make her daydream She'll do bad things for the A-Team Life' a crapshoot, but the dice shaved, got no room for a bad break See the whole thing like a x-ray, yo, never think you can check me Cause that move, lead to this move, then the next thing you know, checkmate I'm like ixnay on the jefe, speaks volumes, everything you don't say Turn the volume up, and it's bottoms up, my team only into exotic stuff Man the car foreign, and the girl foreign, and those imported steaks on the George Forman Check the bank account, I'm like, well done, I'm in rare form, brainstorming Google how you turn a hundred thou into ten more, you can wait for it Where the fuck did that ____ come from, ohh it's pocket change, so I paid for it Been stepped on, make 'em pay for it And my attitude, like they late for it And my destiny, I'm on pace for it But sense of urgency, like I'm late for it And I don't expect you to comprehend You be too busy, you're chasing your high, I'm out on the town with my model friend Spilling this liquor, and I don't even drink Show up I'm in places you never been It ain't on the gram, if you gotta ask, it probably just ain't on your level then Check on your balance, I'm tipping the scales like a elephant I was never on, what they was on, when they was on, I'm like say no more Paid in full, and I played it cool, better pay that man, I'm just getting warm Riding round, like you somethin' now, no that's not allowed, youse a fuckin' clown We on the next thing, and the next thing, then the next thing, and the next thing I was never on, what they was on, when they was on, I'm like say no more Paid in full, and I played it cool, better pay that man, I'm just getting warm Riding round, like you somethin' now, no that's not allowed, youse a fuckin' clown We on the next thing, and the next thing, then the next thing, and the next thing
06 If Look Could Kill
This one’s pure heat. “If Looks Could Kill” is a cinematic lust anthem wrapped in luxury, danger, and dominance. D. Monroe paints a femme fatale who’s not just beautiful—she’s lethal. The hook hits like a warning: “If looks could kill, just pick a casket.” She’s got her own bag, her own power, and she makes every other woman fade into the background.
The verses are drenched in late-night tension, high-end indulgence, and unapologetic bravado. Monroe flips the usual dynamic—he’s not chasing, he’s choosing. And the woman? She’s not waiting, she’s already in motion. Together, they’re a storm.
Lyrics
Her clothes off before she out the car Soaking wet before I make a move Could be the mood, right, or the moonlight, or the Stella Rose, but she extra loose I see it in her eyes like I can read her mind, I understood the assignment Ain't give them the time of the day, but tonight we gon' synchronize watches Watch this Four in the morning intrigued, I think you might have what I need She used to control, got her own, hol' up, I'm taking the lead Cause most women just ain't my speed, foot on the gas, revving her engine for me Let me show you the way, I am a boss, they just pretending to be Got no room for the bullshit Got a full schedule and a full clip Got my hands full, she the baddest Get a bag too, she a bad bitch Bout that action If looks could kill, an assassin If looks could kill, just pick a casket Girl, make a dime look average, every other woman in the room just embarrassed She don't want a lot, everybody always on her top, asking all these questions like a cop Play it nonchalant, all these boys watching like a clock She want me to slide up in the box, like a key when it's opening a lock I don't even gotta brag on what I got But I got a couple knots, that'll thicken up the plot when the liquor doesn't stop Fill up your cup, she might be cool as a breeze, but chemistry thousand degrees What's in your jeans? DNA made for a queen, plus you be pushing them P's Heels in the sky matching your panties and bra, 'round of applause on your job Plus you legit Don't need your homie for shit, she got her own and she ride Got no room for the bullshit Got a full schedule and a full clip Got my hands full, she the baddest Get a bag too, she a bad bitch Bout that action If looks could kill, an assassin If looks could kill, just pick a casket Girl, make a dime look average, every other woman in the room just embarrassed Her sex appeal, extra real, fuck a dime, she a bill Fuck around and need a lawyer, lethal the weapon on 'em Heel prints on those bitches, how she steppin' on 'em Girl, we know you in the gym, how you flexin' on 'em Got no room for the bullshit Got a full schedule and a full clip Got my hands full, she the baddest Get a bag too, she a bad bitch Bout that action If looks could kill, an assassin If looks could kill, just pick a casket Girl, make a dime look average, every other woman in the room just embarrassed
07 Good Vibes
“Good Vibes” is a ruthless affirmation of self-worth, clarity, and motion. D. Monroe rides the beat with zero tolerance for distractions, fake energy, or assumptions—his focus is locked, his spirit unbothered. The hook is a blunt mantra: “No energy to the fake, but always salute to the real.” It’s not just about feeling good—it’s about earning peace through grit, solitude, and unapologetic truth. Every bar is a flex on survival, and every breath is a refusal to fold.
Lyrics
This year it's just deuces, yeah my fuck it ruthless The way the time is moving, got no time for nuisance You might as well be on mute, my bad, that music booming Don't tell me what you think, I do not do assuming Feeling superhuman, that's how fast the coupe is We all be talking money, let your actions prove it Shit is like a breath, don't even think, just do it But I think these haters here for my amusement Tortured by my favor, homie god'll do it Watch like Truman, envy might consume em, but I gotta do it Don't strike a match around me, I am lighter fluid I know they wanna down me, but it's up, it's useless It's fuck whatever you think, don't give a fuck how you feel No energy to the fake, but always salute to the real It's fuck whatever you think, don't give a fuck how you feel No energy to the fake, but always salute to the real I came from the mud, I fought everything that I was I did all that shit by myself, imagine me asking for help That's like asking for love, afraid there is not any left Poverty all in my pocket, daydreaming one day we'll be popping Not holding in they breath, pop out with some of the baddest Make niggas the maddest and I'm like she barely a threat Women are clearly vice, damn I be rolling the dice, now double the bet Fuck it I'm running through twice, run that shit back, I do not live with regrets Life is made up of your thoughts, I am a king, that's just what I manifest You are a clown, think we the same, cause that's what you project It's fuck whatever you think, don't give a fuck how you feel No energy to the fake, but always salute to the real It's fuck whatever you think, don't give a fuck how you feel No energy to the fake, but always salute to the real
08 Manifest
“Manifest” is a vulnerable, emotionally rich reflection on love, loyalty, and the chaos of connection. D. Monroe blends old soul wisdom with new school tension, confessing fears, contradictions, and deep desire. The hook—“If I manifest my dreams, it would be you”—turns longing into prophecy, as two flawed people try to find clarity in deep waters. It’s tender, cinematic, and brutally honest.
Lyrics
If I manifest my dreams, it would be you, you Like you looking through a glass, you can see through my soul to the truth If I manifest my dreams, it would be you, you Like you looking through a glass, you can see through my soul to the truth I don't get involved, that's too involved We hit it off, you hit me up, I hit you up, It's not my fault, it's not my fault Yeah we cool and all that, damn, you was all that Stopped doing all that, maybe I should fall back Now I'm off track, got me scared a little, I don't trust y'all I like short women, how you stand tall? Now your pants off Deja vu. You making breakfast? That's a bold move I'm an old soul, but I'm new school, like nice girls with a loose screw Find my heart, but don't lose you Loving me is a lose-lose But you convinced you can change that And we here now, no take-backs Loyalty over everything, over anything, I'll take that If I manifest my dreams, it would be you, you Like you looking through a glass, you can see through my soul to the truth If I manifest my dreams, it would be you, you Like you looking through a glass, you can see through my soul to the truth You act up, I act tough, you call bluff, that shit's crazy We the same breed, with the same mind, brains say leave But you won't go, gotta brain freeze, give you weak knees We like putting our hands on that hot stove, putting up with me, I'm like bravo You no cakewalk, that is not so I'm a good man with some nonsense, you a good woman with a good heart, and you work hard, oh we got this Let's calm down, we can go fish Yeah, there's plenty of those in that ocean But we in deep waters where they can't swim Or the sharks come and they ain't him, and she ain't you Oh, she bad for sure, but ain't no back and forth. Here's a list of things that she can't do See, that's loyalty, even when there's uncertainty Even when the game's on the line, you can't be switching sides, you gotta work with me If I manifest my dreams, it would be you, you Like you looking through a glass, you can see through my soul to the truth If I manifest my dreams, it would be you, you Like you looking through a glass, you can see through my soul to the truth
09 ALways Ready
“Always Ready” is a raw, autobiographical anthem of survival, legacy, and grit. D. Monroe traces his lineage from young, determined parents to his own battles with identity, violence, and ambition. The verses weave childhood chaos, street tension, and emotional scars into a portrait of resilience. Despite setbacks, suspensions, and close calls, he emerges with lion-hearted defiance and a hustler’s instinct—carrying the weight of his past and the hope of his daughters.
The hook—“Visionary, legendary / Cold as a motherf***ing February”—becomes a mantra of self-belief, echoing through every chapter of his journey. It’s cinematic, confessional, and built for those who thrive in the cold.
Lyrics
Heard my dad was a real Casanova Met my mom in due time, it was written they were know love Raised in a city that was colder Than temperatures suggest, they were both forced to grow up Fatherless, what's the odds of this But that ain't stopping shit, ambition was their bond Don't need a watch to know what time it is Pregnant in their teens, but a hustler's genes Dad was full of games, so that ain't last, but he loved his seed Nothing's ever perfect, but never doubted what they feel for me And to this very day, I carry all that they instilled in me You look past every flaw, and all the pain I caused Thinking back, I couldn't ask for more Without you, I'd be lost Visionary, legendary Cold as a motherfucking February Hustler in me, shoulders heavy Just can see it in my eyes, I was always ready Visionary, legendary Cold as a motherfucking February Hustler in me, shoulders heavy Just can see it in my eyes, I was always ready I'm always ready I literally can't win, developing thick skin It's harder to fit in, I naturally stand out But desperate to blend in, don't want no attention Unless it's from woman, but that never pans out Another suspension, they jealousy instant And damn, it's a big kid, my luck might've ran out Cause I only was this big, but I hit him with this brick Too stupid to know shit, a false move from a man down Shit can get real quick, bullets flying, no boxing out Streets blocked off, it's on sight, and they popping out Seen a lot of shit at a young age, unfazed Till I came face to face with the wolves and they were uncaged No rain in my forecast, deliver like I'm DoorDash Ready as I'll ever be, it's too late to look back Death around the corner, I'm just chilling where the crooks at Cracks in the pavement, probably crack in the bookbag Mom taught me right from wrong, the judge won't overlook that I better not get caught, I'm the type they throw the book at Tone me go to school, you know, I never understood that But now I got two daughters, such a blessing when I look back Thank you Visionary, legendary Cold as a motherfucking February Hustler in me, shoulders heavy Just can see it in my eyes, I was always ready Visionary, legendary Cold as a motherfucking February Hustler in me, shoulders heavy Just can see it in my eyes, I was always ready I'm always ready Back to the drawing board thought a sign I made it was an audemar Measuring success in all these things that I could not afford Scratchin' and surviving, barely living, but I'm acting like I'm thriving They think I'm at the top, I'm at the bottom Burning every bridge I ever crossed, I'm on the island But I keep my demons private, man, I hope that I survive it Somehow I always knew that I was destined for success, I had to find it Standing at the mirror, open up your eyelids Yes, I am the problem, the solution, and your motherfucking highness Because inside me is the heart of a lion Yeah, yeah, so bold and defiant Standing five'11", but I'm feeling like a giant No rain in my forecast, deliver like I'm DoorDash Ready as I'll ever be, it's too late to look back Death around the corner, I'm just chilling where the crooks at Cracks in the pavement, probably crack in the bookbag Mom taught me right from wrong, the judge won't overlook that I better not get caught, I'm the type they throw the book at Tone me go to school, you know, I never understood that But now I got two daughters, such a blessing when I look back Thank you Visionary, legendary Cold as a motherfucking February Hustler in me, shoulders heavy Just can see it in my eyes, I was always ready Visionary, legendary Cold as a motherfucking February Hustler in me, shoulders heavy Just can see it in my eyes, I was always ready I'm always ready Visionary, legendary Cold as a motherfucking February Hustler in me, shoulders heavy Just can see it in my eyes, I was always ready Visionary, legendary Cold as a motherfucking February Hustler in me, shoulders heavy Just can see it in my eyes, I was always ready I'm always ready
10 Lift the World
“Lift the World” is a visceral outpouring of pain, pressure, and perseverance. D. Monroe carries the weight of betrayal, ambition, and generational trauma with a voice that’s both battle-worn and unbreakable. The hook—“I feel like I’m lifting the weight of the world…”—echoes through verses that expose scars from family, frenemies, and false love, all while affirming his drive to claim everything he’s owed. It’s a rumble between karma and clarity, where blades in the back become fuel for forward motion. Emotional, defiant, and deeply personal, this track bleeds truth.
Lyrics
I feel like I'm lifting the weight of the world that I'm constantly holding The pressure that made me so strong but I think in the process that something got broken Stabbed in the back like a tattoo, suck up the pain like a vacuum One of a kind like an heirloom And now I want everything Wins and losses, bosses and so-called bosses Most of that shit for optics Checks and profits, separate a fraud from facts They lies only hold them hostage Giving no responses, I know who you really are So I always keep that pressure constant Pull up in shit you could never afford Surrounded by people that threaten your ego I've been through it all and I'm ready for war War, that's foreign to y'all I grew up in conflict, the edge of the law Frenemies, tendencies darken your heart Focus your energy, gotta be smart Emani, Milani, see lucky for y'all My daughter's just like the governor on Cause zero a hundred it's pedal to floor I feel like I'm lifting the weight of the world that I'm constantly holding The pressure that made me so strong but I think in the process that something got broken Stabbed in the back like a tattoo, suck up the pain like a vacuum One of a kind like an heirloom And now I want everything I sin so much the devil himself might blush Apologies can never be enough So many tears, can't even cry if I wanted Now I just feel that hurt in my stomach The money ain't comfort, my karma is coming in bunches You ask, you might get what you wanted No use in running, stand in and weather the punches But never stay hit, it's a rumble Wiser and humble, rising from all that I wasn't I won't be defined by my struggles Lately it's fuck you Lifting the world with my hands Back full of blades It's a shame that they came from the same ones that's claiming they love you Then got they hand out, the same one that carried the blade that they use just to cut you Imagine the sting I feel like I'm lifting the weight of the world that I'm constantly holding The pressure that made me so strong but I think in the process that something got broken Stabbed in the back like a tattoo, suck up the pain like a vacuum One of a kind like an heirloom And now I want everything I feel like I'm lifting the weight of the world that I'm constantly holding The pressure that made me so strong but I think in the process that something got broken Stabbed in the back like a tattoo, suck up the pain like a vacuum One of a kind like an heirloom And now I want everything
11 Keep Going
“Keep Going” is a gut-wrenching testimony of fatherhood, injustice, and emotional endurance. D. Monroe lays bare the pain of being denied access to his child, confronting courtroom bias, weaponized narratives, and the emotional toll of being misjudged. The hook—“They wouldn’t judge me by my skin, if they could see my heart”—cuts deep, anchoring a track that’s both personal and political. Through therapy, reflection, and unshakable love, Monroe transforms grief into grit, vowing to break generational chains and rewrite the role of the Black father. It’s not just survival—it’s legacy under fire.
Lyrics
Standin' in a courtroom with tears in my eyes Justice, there's no such thing, it's a lie I'm just tryna be a dad, which the judge just denied All my daughter mom had to do was be a mom Told me to keep my composure, be calm They wanna see you act like what they think in they mind Nothin' prepares you for losin' that time Your kid lookin' at you like you left them behind Thinkin' of ways I can run from the pain Is it cheaper to keep her and better to stay? At least I get to kick it with my kid everyday But I'd rather slit my wrist than live in that way What example is that? Just willingly walk into a trap Never settle, no my past is the past So she paint me as Satan, patiently waitin Wanna see me fold, but my jail cell vacant They wouldn't judge me by my skin, if they can see my heart If I was a deadbeat dad it wouldn't be so hard But the thing is my kids who my heart beat for Damn this pain is insane, I can't take no more Keep goin, they wanna see you with all hope gone So no matter the circumstances you just hold on Some days I really feel like I'm back as a slave But no, I'm my own master so we breakin' these chains I just wanna see my kid grow Everybody that know me know that's the shit that I live for She couldn't hurt me any other way So she went for the jugular and tried to take my kid from me Fed her poison, shit to fuck with her mentally Told everybody I was gettin' violent, keep that energy I'd never harm my daughter, some people believe anything But everything comes to the light, the truth shimmering Learn valuable lessons, therapy sessions Do anything for my daughter, so fuck the impressions Through the darkness, they said that I was young, black, and heartless They just don't respect us as fathers Unbothered, just go harder Author the biggest comeback I'll show you a fuckin' monster All those stereotypes conquered as I'm huggin' on my daughter No obstacle goin' stop us They wouldn't judge me by my skin, if they can see my heart If I was a deadbeat dad it wouldn't be so hard But the thing is my kids who my heart beat for Damn this pain is insane, I can't take no more Keep goin, they wanna see you with all hope gone So no matter the circumstances you just hold on Some days I really feel like I'm back as a slave But no, I'm my own master so we breakin' these chains It ain't easy but you gotta have faith Never stop fightin, no matter what it takes Your kids will appreciate that shit one day Listen, life ain't fair and these courts ain't safe Lawyers play the game for the money they make Judges just judge and they justice be fake But love is so strong and they can't escape fate Focus on that on those days you feel hate Every time I feel sad, I see my daughter's face That's so uplifting like I carry no weight To any real father shit'll pushed you to the brink But we gotta be smarter, take a moment just think We gotta set the path that they follow A legacy's forever Through the storms that we weather, play the roles that they model My question is if dads are so meaningless Then why do statistics show we're desperately needed then They wouldn't judge me by my skin, if they can see my heart If I was a deadbeat dad it wouldn't be so hard But the thing is my kids who my heart beat for Damn this pain is insane, I can't take no more Keep goin, they wanna see you with all hope gone So no matter the circumstances you just hold on Some days I really feel like I'm back as a slave But no, I'm my own master so we breakin' these chains
12 Bang
“Bang” is a pressure-cooker of restraint, betrayal, and barely contained rage. D. Monroe walks the tightrope between composure and eruption, confronting grief, racial tension, and emotional manipulation with surgical clarity. The hook—“Holding it together by a string…”—captures the fragility of peace when surrounded by provocation. Every verse is a chess move, balancing loyalty and survival while exposing the venom behind fake smiles and sugarcoated lies. It’s a warning, a confession, and a countdown—because when the fuse runs out, it’s just bang.
Lyrics
They wanna see me lose it, I'm convinced My fuse, while you're measuring the length You gon' end up on my list I don't have a lot of friends, a lot of people I've associated with Say I'm colder than the fridge And betrayal was a bitch My dad death hit me like a brick, bro I am with the shits No co-sign, I own mine And you can get to know me in no time, on another level Insulting my intelligence, love don't exist, those emotions are irrelevant Living in a world where I'm hunted for my melanin Say it ain't so, why they aiming for our melon then Actions speak loud, I don't got much to tell 'em then, you know the vibes Good guy don't disappoint mom, tryna toe the line Too much to lose, tryna win, we in overtime A lot on my mind, but I find ways to play it calm Like I said before, this is chess, gotta weigh the cons I wasn't designed to be a con, and I'm in my prime Holding it together by a string Throwing shots headed my way, shouldn't get in my way I'm trying so hard to be changed But they keep swerving into my lane One day it's just bang Holding it together by a string Throwing shots headed my way, shouldn't get in my way I'm trying so hard to be changed But they keep swerving into my lane One day it's just bang Tryna measure my pain, man this heavy shit sits on my brain How you want me to explain Anger start to course through my veins I have never had an even exchange Can you peep my disdain I have been through a few things Brave face, smiling the whole way like we homies But there's venom in your teeth and jealousy in your eyes Sincerity in your voice, you sugarcoating your lies Build me up for the fall, the reason they scared of heights Loyalty just evolves, they switch it up overnight now Everything is on a need to know basis Arms length, conversations basic Wolves are so patient Property gated, par for the course The more people you keep around, then the harder to sort Got some people that's estranged, guess the ball's in your court But if you ever cross me again, then I'm cutting you short No more chances Holding it together by a string Throwing shots headed my way, shouldn't get in my way I'm trying so hard to be changed But they keep swerving into my lane One day it's just bang Holding it together by a string Throwing shots headed my way, shouldn't get in my way I'm trying so hard to be changed But they keep swerving into my lane One day it's just bang
13 the Process (feat. REALASCHris)
“The Process” is a flex on patience, precision, and earned elevation. D. Monroe and RealasChris trade bars with surgical confidence, turning scars into strategy and hustle into legacy. The verses blend luxury, loyalty, and layered self-reflection—“The new me still got beef with the old me”—while the hook flips envy into fuel. It’s a reminder that shortcuts fail, receipts matter, and the grind is sacred. This isn’t just about success—it’s about surviving the silence, outlasting the doubt, and proving that the process can’t be stopped.
Lyrics
I am the one, I am not the two Winning a tradition, ohh you thought it was a fluke Winning a tradition, baby, that is what we do Bought her favorite bottle, now she really gettin' loose I don't wanna talk about money, cause we done it I ain't say a word, but they feel it in they stomach Really, I'm just tryna keep a low pro We can get active like a GoPro I never think so, I just know so Switch scenes like a movie Palm trees with a calm breeze on a smooth sea Option trading from remote locations, now that's OT Yeah, and they know how I carry it Cause I got work to do before they kissin' on my cold cheek Not arrogant, I'm adamant The new me still got beef with the old me Cause I owe me every dime, and I kept receipts At the top, but I'm sure you'll get to the bottom of it And you don't gotta like it, but she'll probably love it Don't worry bout a thing, bro, we got it covered And all they ever say is, these motherfuckers Would you look at these motherfuckers Hide your girl, hide your wife, they some motherfuckers Hatin' is the topic, jealous of our profit But it's all irrelevant they'll never stop the process They told me no short cut to the process, told them, indeed Your process failed cause you did it wrong, Embiid Now they envy me, it's a frenzy When she wanna get friendly, she sign a ND Pockets never empty, I hustle harder than Nip Occasionally tell a hater the fuck up off of my dick I'll escort you They mad it's me, they gotta report too Cause they say they'll support you till it's time to support you Then poof they vanished while a nigga workin' and famished Like a nigga banished, they not bilingual, I'm speakin' Spanish Got scars under the bandage, don't understand it, goddammit The damage you thought you done, I was usin' to my advantage Now I'm certified, authentic, and stamped with the watermark And niggas wanna be me, I turn they bitch to a water park It's more than art, more than a verse This is the real deal, this ain't rehearsed At the top, but I'm sure you'll get to the bottom of it And you don't gotta like it, but she'll probably love it Don't worry bout a thing, bro, we got it covered And all they ever say is, these motherfuckers Would you look at these motherfuckers Hide your girl, hide your wife, they some motherfuckers Hatin' is the topic, jealous of our profit But it's all irrelevant they'll never stop the process
14 Triple Threat
"Triple Threat" is a sharp, unfiltered meditation on ambition, detachment, and the art of staying untouchable. It balances cold precision with spiritual awareness—“I pray to God to clear my path of any wolves or snakes”—while weaving in themes of temptation, ego, and calculated risk. The hook drives home a mindset of strategic growth, where mental clarity multiplies wealth and distractions are liabilities. Each verse tightens the grip: agile wordplay, emotional armor, and a refusal to play it safe. It’s not just about winning—it’s about winning on your own terms.
Lyrics
I just want my money green and my opponents red Any obstacles knocked over like a bowling pin Pretty faces and perfume, y'all gotta read the room Paid a couple for this section, but we leaving soon Now your ego bruised, scheming on your diva like a eagle swoop Now she moving like she balancing a hula hoop Yeah, we killing them, it's something like a funeral She tryna lock me in, no, no, I gotta stay maneuverable The money start to double when your mind is right The money start to triple when you play it right Your girl's eyes wonder when your guard is down But you safe, I can't let nobody tie me down Apply so much pressure that you feeling faint I'd rather die than never live because I played it safe I pray to God to clear my path of any wolves or snakes Grab the dice hoping for a seven, know I'm tempting fate Switch up the moves, that let the alternate views Don't got a whole lot to prove, who would've knew All of this shit is like woo, girls are like what you do Get to a bag, baby I get to a bag, but I cannot get you a bag Get you a bag, don't give a fuck if you bad, you can just fall the fuck back Keep it chill, never party shit, but look who got the party lit Recognize the greatness, gravitation, they want parts of it Scooping from across the room, applaud you on your marksmanship Ask me my ambitions, I said listen, I want all of it The money start to double when your mind is right The money start to triple when you play it right Your girl's eyes wonder when your guard is down But you safe, I can't let nobody tie me down Apply so much pressure that you feeling faint I'd rather die than never live because I played it safe I pray to God to clear my path of any wolves or snakes Grab the dice hoping for a seven, know I'm tempting fate Evil grin, I can see the win Better known as him, clean your lens Now you seeing double, they like knot again Unraveling Try to break it down, it's like a magic trick Another knot, I really got them twisted, just imagine it RBI triple, shit is simple, I'm immaculate But I did them dirty, claim they sturdy, why you staggering Standing on your principles, do not make you invincible Cause I be charging interest, trying to get it like the rent is due The money start to double when your mind is right The money start to triple when you play it right Your girl's eyes wonder when your guard is down But you safe, I can't let nobody tie me down Apply so much pressure that you feeling faint I'd rather die than never live because I played it safe I pray to God to clear my path of any wolves or snakes Grab the dice hoping for a seven, know I'm tempting fate
15 H2O (Flawless)
“H2O (Flawless)” is a smooth, seductive celebration of power, chemistry, and emotional clarity. D. Monroe paints a portrait of a woman who’s equal parts elegance and ambition—“all she know is boss shit”—while reflecting on his own growth, restraint, and readiness. The track flows like water: confident, unforced, and charged with mutual respect. It’s not about chasing—it’s about matching energy, making profit, and letting sparks fly when the moment’s right. Flawless isn’t just her—it’s the vibe, the connection, and the way success leaves its residue.
Lyrics
She know she can get it No interest on someone who acting timid Make her curious to push her inhibitions to the limit When you winning, you ain't gotta prove it or defend it It's just natural to livin' like it's water in your system And that girl flawless, all she know is boss shit Gave her a run for her money, we made a profit That girl flawless, all she know is boss shit Gave her a run for her money, we made a profit I got a vision in my mind And the ambition to make it come to fruition Always ask for forgiveness, never permission If they Ben Simmons with the shot, I'm Mike Lowry with the Glock They don't remember you're misses And got the audacity to be different I ain't the type to be chasing bitches But rock with you till the wheels fall off, girl God is my witness She said her taste is expensive Well I got the bread to make up the difference Unique in my approach, make you laugh a little I listen when you spoke Cold world baby, let me be your coat Playing with fire, but I want all the smoke Sparks may fly, throwing all caution to the side You looking like a goddess in her prime And I'm ready for the moment when it's time She know she can get it No interest on someone who acting timid Make her curious to push her inhibitions to the limit When you winning, you ain't gotta prove it or defend it It's just natural to livin' like it's water in your system And that girl flawless, all she know is boss shit Gave her a run for her money, we made a profit That girl flawless, all she know is boss shit Gave her a run for her money, we made a profit Philosophical talks of ruling the world Unlit cigars Five inch heels Diamonds and pearls Property shopping Bottles be popping Chanel is a stretch But Gucci's an option I'm not balling, but I'm comfortable Furthermore, never claim perfect, but I'm sucker proof And I'll never do dirt at the risk of that dirt touching you And you are just impeccable I couldn't get a speck on you The way I put in work, they think I'm doing shit I never do That hate is just inevitable They want a clock of revenue The tears wash away, but success leaves a residue Business in the AM, then it's sex in the afternoon And you know I ain't come to lose Let's celebrate Where's your birthday suit She like a brand new coupe Hugging every curve till I let her fuse She know she can get it No interest on someone who acting timid Make her curious to push her inhibitions to the limit When you winning, you ain't gotta prove it or defend it It's just natural to livin' like it's water in your system And that girl flawless, all she know is boss shit Gave her a run for her money, we made a profit That girl flawless, all she know is boss shit Gave her a run for her money, we made a profit Run that money up Run that money up It's like H2O
16 Naked
“Naked” is a cinematic slow-burn that captures the tension between desire and restraint, independence and surrender. D. Monroe’s verses glide through late-night energy with clever metaphors and emotional precision—“don’t gotta chase a waterfall, she sittin’ on a lake” and “your curves like a Tesla, so smooth when I’m driving”—balancing sensuality with wit. The chorus pulses with mutual curiosity: “I know what you’re thinkin’, where you want to take it / It’d be kind of cool if I could see you naked.” It’s not just about seduction—it’s about reading the moment, honoring her pace, and letting chemistry guide the night. The track celebrates connection that’s intuitive, electric, and grown.
Lyrics
I'm thinking that you're thinking It'd be so cool She always saying she ain't on no freak shit You probably didn't catch her on the weekend She chillin' in the VIP with her friends But they can't really help with how that night end Slide right in, yeah, slide right in They want her too, but they be acting all light skin And she with it but it's all about the chase Saying shit to make her smile, that expression on her face Tell me everything I need to know We goin at her pace I don't gotta chase a waterfall, she sittin on a lake She an independent woman, but tonight she need a break I'm a natural born killer, I'mma put her in her place Like an alignment, you can let go, close your eyelids Run out of gas, that's absurd, I'm a hybrid Your curves like a Tesla, so smooth when I'm driving Don't need GPS coordinates, your spot, I'mma find it I know what your thinkin, where you want to take it It's be kind of cool if I could see you naked Ohh you got some drinks in I'm reading all your movements so anxious When it's time to go I know all the right places I know what your thinkin, where you want to take it It's be kind of cool if I could see you naked Ohh you got some drinks in I'm reading all your movements so anxious When it's time to go I know all the right places She been working all winter to get right for the summer Play if you wanna, got 'em right where she want 'em Hair, nails, heels, shit, all on a hunnid All she really want is for the drinks to keep comin All she really wantin' is to end up on her stomach The consummate gentleman I gave her what she wanted The vibe is the guide, when every other guy goin' try We knew the move by the time we caught eyes Huggin' on me like she knew me her whole life Even her girlfriends, gave the green light Always keep it chill like a bottle on ice Why they just postin' bottles for an Instagram like But you ain't never gon' find us on your timeline Her debut, rave reviews, block the skyline When she bob and weave, my biggest fan, wave your pom-poms Love and war, ceilin' to the floor, shit is prime time I know what your thinkin, where you want to take it It's be kind of cool if I could see you naked Ohh you got some drinks in I'm reading all your movements so anxious When it's time to go I know all the right places I know what your thinkin, where you want to take it It's be kind of cool if I could see you naked Ohh you got some drinks in I'm reading all your movements so anxious When it's time to go I know all the right places She ain't playin' games, contrary God made her for this very thing Sexy in the face, no, she got a sexy everything Five foot somethin, got me concentratin That caramel skin got me so locked in I even had to rearrange my whole top ten I mean, and that's a good list But I ain't imagine that you would have it like this Savage, but the baddest with those soft-ass lips Yo, you really don't miss Like New New, Jhené, Alicia Maybe like Janet back in the day Anytime any place Any moment just brace, the way you moving your waist Nails in my shoulder, your mouth open, nothin' to say You somethin' special, all you need is a cape Feelin' like my birthday, all I need is the cake But this shit risky, we gon' make a mistake I make cute babies and you learnin' today I know what your thinkin, where you want to take it It's be kind of cool if I could see you naked Ohh you got some drinks in I'm reading all your movements so anxious When it's time to go I know all the right places I know what your thinkin, where you want to take it It's be kind of cool if I could see you naked Ohh you got some drinks in I'm reading all your movements so anxious When it's time to go I know all the right places
17 Sleep Tight
“Sleep Tight” is a gritty, reflective anthem that turns being underestimated into fuel. D. Monroe weaves through betrayal, growth, and survival with sharp clarity—“Learnin’ and growin’ and lovin’ and leavin’ / Some wins and some losses, but callin’ it even”—while the hook hits like a warning: “Sleepin’ on me, I’ma let ’em sleep in.” The verses trace a journey from juvenile chaos to emotional maturity, balancing pain with purpose and solitude with self-respect. It’s a reminder that elevation comes with distance, and not everyone deserves a seat at the table.
Lyrics
Sleepin' on me, I'mma let 'em sleep in Read up on me, I ain't come to play Trail of money everywhere that we been Just imagine what the fuck we make And now everybody wanna be friends Just stay out my fuckin' face And now everybody wanna be friends Just stay out my fuckin' face Learnin' and growin' and lovin' and leavin Some wins and some losses, but callin' it even Some friends that was snakes and some bitches was leeches Nobody is perfect and dimes are my weakness Money is power, the problem's that seek it Are par for the course, but of course we gon' keep it Obstacle course, no avoidin' the deep end Just hope you can swim, they be drownin' so frequent Sleepin' on me, I'mma let 'em sleep in Read up on me, I ain't come to play Trail of money everywhere that we been Just imagine what the fuck we make And now everybody wanna be friends Just stay out my fuckin' face And now everybody wanna be friends Just stay out my fuckin' face Thinkin' of a master plan That doesn't involve throwin a ball or some work goin' hand to hand Loaded it up, up, tonight could be your last Not old enough to vote, but we out here on the ave Sirens in a flash, the cops all in they bag They stick up boys is lurkin, the haters just be mad Get home, mom's livid class in the mornin Teachers be callin, that shit be boring Tell me I'm full of potential, I just ignore it Got other shit on my mind, that ain't important Bad little chick on the line, preoccupyin' my time I was so stuck in the fuckery of my juvenile mind I only knew what I knew, wish that I knew what I know But you need rain on them seeds, if they are ever to grow Just know you won't harvest whatever you sow Good karma and some sage, I'm ready to go Sleepin' on me, I'mma let 'em sleep in Read up on me, I ain't come to play Trail of money everywhere that we been Just imagine what the fuck we make And now everybody wanna be friends Just stay out my fuckin' face And now everybody wanna be friends Just stay out my fuckin' face Good vibes only, they say at the top it is lonely But at least I can hear myself think The people that know me, hold me accountable only Fuck what I got in the bank My dad always told me, the ones that laugh loudest are phony Well I'll just be damned if they ain't Rockin' and rollin' despite everything life is throwin Your boy is just built like a tank Everyday ain't sunshine and rainbows, but we make do Little drip when we change clothes, what's the issue Yeah we took another angle, never aim low You should see the way the chain glow, that ain't the thing though We let the pain go We ain't on the same shit, what's the end goal While you thinking life's a bitch, you in the friend zone We just tryna raise our arms in the end zone Sleepin' on me, I'mma let 'em sleep in Read up on me, I ain't come to play Trail of money everywhere that we been Just imagine what the fuck we make And now everybody wanna be friends Just stay out my fuckin' face And now everybody wanna be friends Just stay out my fuckin' face
18 Let Em Tell It
“Let Em Tell It” is a defiant, layered reflection on legacy, perception, and perseverance. D. Monroe dismantles false narratives with surgical precision—“Let ’em tell it, they’ll take the credit / Got the world leaning in”—while reclaiming his story through scars, discipline, and unshakable drive. The verses blend street-coded wisdom with emotional depth, flipping trauma into triumph and betrayal into blueprint. It’s a track that moves like a memoir in motion, where every line is a counterpunch to doubt, and every bar is built to last.
Lyrics
Let em tell it, they'll take the credit Got the world leaning in That boy's story compelling Landed ahead of schedule Eye you up tryna measure Fatigued in the face If only they was as fresh as you That jealousy, they wanna stain my clothes The only thing that drips, your girl's lips And fuck that shit you tryna kick when you down six I only make sense, and look, I ain't come to make friends Who thought I wouldn't make it Here I am, wearing battle scars Medals of honor, check on my commas Channel my trauma, put the world in a palm of my hand Death over dishonor Family over vagina Camouflage is a scholar Sturdy, the way they made me It's funny, the last one standing, the one they said that was crazy Nothing sweeter than I told you so, bags packed, vámonos Fuck the last laugh, make the laughs last I got a new goal They tried to box me in, I found a loophole They drawing on your boy like I won't draw on two though Uno, man he so smooth in the coupe though Calling up my ex tryna figure out the scoop, no Situations change in a blur, speaking of her And I don't ever speak ill of people I just defer But we can talk money all day, like what's the word Never sit back and just wait for shit to occur So shit is kinda hectic, I'm up like a flew a bird They tryna hold me captive, check holes in your net first Thought I wouldn't catch 'em absurd, my net works Now they looking up when they mention my net worth Quiet as a mouse, you won't find me on Google search My girl is extra bad, plus she humble in put in work Ran a couple miles, need the cardio on point Did an extra set, they gon' think that I'm on 'roids Just in case I gotta remind them I'm not a toy Discipline is key as a man, that's amongst boys I remember days I relied on my baby mom Now I'd rather die than be broke and I can't provide Way too many times, perpetuating a lie Insecure, so immature, focused on pride And Cole said that was the devil fighting these demons Lost everything that I loved or I believed in But that was just a season sprinkled on the main course Rain on the runway won't prevent the plane from takeoff Separate a man from his money, see if he's still boss Take every penny I own, bet you I still ball How do I persist through the worst storms Faith in the face of these snakes with all hope gone By fate, got your blood in my veins, that's a good jawn Finish what we started, make you proud as you look on
Crowns: Premium Vinyl Set
The Crowns Are For Vanity vinyl set offers a ritualistic, tactile experience that transcends the digital format. (1 of 2) plays like a quiet reckoning—introspective, restrained, and steeped in legacy and tension. (2 of 2) is its volatile mirror: raw, confrontational, and emotionally unfiltered, featuring two exclusive bonus tracks that expand the mythos. Each pressing is a collector’s artifact—faceless, cryptic, and meticulously designed to reward close attention. For those who value symbolism, storytelling, and sonic depth, this set transforms passive listening into an immersive, intentional descent through ego, survival, and transformation.