WHITESIDE — “CROWN ON A PITBULL” [INTRO] Hold up… Who gave the dog a crown? … I did. BUZZO! WHIIIIITESIIIIIDE! [HOOK] Crown on a pitbull, chain on his chest, Walk into the room like he already got respect, I got one on my wrist, he got one on his neck, Two kings in the house and we ain't finished yet. Crown on a pitbull, look at that face, Whole lotta attitude in a whole lotta space, He don't need a throne, he just takes his spot, Buzzo with the crown like he owns the block. [VERSE 1] He walks in slow like the landlord came, White coat shining while he's carrying the name, Custom collar catching light when he turns, Look at him sideways and he looks like he learned. He don't say much, but he knows what I mean, Smartest damn dog that I ever seen, I'll be halfway talking, he'll already react, Like, “Yeah, I know, you don't gotta explain that.” He rides in the car like he owns the passenger seat, Head out the window while he's watching the streets, People see the jewelry and they look twice, Then realize the dog got more shine than the lights. I got the rose-gold wrist, he got the custom chain, I got the camo jacket, he got his own lane, I got the house shoes, he got four on the floor, And somehow that motherfucker still gets treated like royalty more. That's my partner, my shadow, my four-legged fool, Acts like he owns the couch, which technically he rules, If loyalty was money, we'd both be rich, Because that dog stayed close through every damn switch. [HOOK] Crown on a pitbull, chain on his chest, Walk into the room like he already got respect, I got one on my wrist, he got one on his neck, Two kings in the house and we ain't finished yet. Crown on a pitbull, look at that face, Whole lotta attitude in a whole lotta space, He don't need a throne, he just takes his spot, Buzzo with the crown like he owns the block. [VERSE 2] Now I'm not saying the dog got an entourage, But he definitely acts like he owns the garage, He'll stare at me hard when the food ain't arriving, Like, “Human, explain why my dinner ain't thriving.” I tell him, “Relax, king, it's coming right now,” He looks at me like, “That's what you said ten minutes ago.” That's family right there, no paperwork needed, Two stubborn personalities somehow undefeated. He knows my moods before I open my mouth, Knows when I'm joking, knows when I'm checked out, Never asks questions when I'm having a bad day, Just parks himself nearby and quietly stays. That's something people sometimes struggle to do, Sit in the silence without trying to fix you, No motivational speech, no “look on the bright side,” Just a warm little presence sitting close by. And yeah, I'm gonna put diamonds around his neck, Because if anybody deserves it, that dog gets respect, Not because jewelry makes loyalty real, But because sometimes you celebrate what you feel. [BRIDGE] Big dog. Little crown. Whole room. Shut down. [VERSE 3] Now picture the video—nighttime, West Coast, Me in the camo with the chains doing the most, Buzzo beside me with the crown tilted sideways, Both of us looking like we skipped three paydays. Camera pulls back, city lights in the distance, Beat drops heavy and the bass starts twisting, He looks at me once like he knows his cue, I say, “Get 'em, Buzzo,” and he just looks through. That's the joke—we ain't gotta prove aggression, The bond says everything without an explanation, He ain't a prop, he ain't some costume for views, He's part of the story, part of what I refuse To lose in a world where everything changes, Where people disappear and the years rearrange us. So yeah, put the crown on the head of the king, Let the whole damn neighborhood hear when he sings— Well… he doesn't really sing. He mostly snores. But that's my motherfucking dog, and that's what the crown's for. [FINAL HOOK] Crown on a pitbull, chain on his chest, Walk into the room like he already got respect, I got one on my wrist, he got one on his neck, Two kings in the house and we ain't finished yet. Crown on a pitbull, look at that face, Whole lotta attitude in a whole lotta space, He don't need a throne, he just takes his spot, Buzzo with the crown like he owns the block. [OUTRO] BUZZO! Get your ass over here. Yeah… that's the king. WHIIIIITESIIIIIDE!
