Royalty
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
I'm motherfucking Royalty Where the fuck is your loyalty
Everybody here wanna toy with me but I got my pistol loaded (Loaded)
Mc's Ain't nobody her that can fuck with me
Everybody here wanna brawl with me but can't nobody here even spar with me
Start with me I'll start the mic kill a motherfucker with bars tonight
Send your ass up to the stars tonight yeah fuck around
And put you through the bar tonight (I'm bad)
Hit you with the mind control tell a motherfucker that it's time to go
Time to ride I rip the soul up out the body and kill them all (Them all)
Approach with caution and no crossing
Pray to God and hope to go, home alive but it's too damn cold
My blade it love to roam my range it never stops
I came to take the throne kill the king and I took that spot
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
Ahead of my time ahead of my team
A head full of rhymes a head for a king
I had flames in eyes I head to the streets
Ahead of my prime get head from a queen
Heavy is the head and this shit a few tons
Ready to behead anybody who want
Bitch you behind with the way that you front
Imma take a few hits then I'm passing ya blunt
Imma king in this bitch kiss my ring like a bitch
Flows butter fly and they sting like a bitch
When I think of this shit rappers winking and shit
Like Sorry lil homie I don't swing like that kid
Take a swing at me kid I'm just speaking my shit
When I snap I'll be clapping poet reading they shit
Or get slapped with the back hand while I'm beating this shit
I'm the bastard of rap fucking treat me like shit
You some pieces of shit I'm too clean for this shit
Your C notes are weak son I tee off that shit
Take a seat put my feet up on your G's foreign whip
That you put in the video the keys ain't your shit
Apocalyptic when you on that bottle of piss
Y'all detectives gotta get to the bottoms of it
Case after case still ain't solving ya shit
Hardest shit to swallow is as honest it gets
Knocking on the door and I got Em all fed
A MC like Walter White did
Talking your talk and you walking out dead
I'm Hungry as fuck fucking starved in this shit
If I wanted you dead you would be dead ho
Got a fucking problem you can eat lead ho
Y'all want drama than we beefin ho
When that knife "shh" like a secret ho
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
Uh uh John Doe Uh uh Skribbal
Uh uh Mayhem yuh yuh let's go
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
I'm motherfucking Royalty Where the fuck is your loyalty
Everybody here wanna toy with me but I got my pistol loaded (Loaded)
Mc's Ain't nobody her that can fuck with me
Everybody here wanna brawl with me but can't nobody here even spar with me
Start with me I'll start the mic kill a motherfucker with bars tonight
Send your ass up to the stars tonight yeah fuck around
And put you through the bar tonight (I'm bad)
Hit you with the mind control tell a motherfucker that it's time to go
Time to ride I rip the soul up out the body and kill them all (Them all)
Approach with caution and no crossing
Pray to God and hope to go, home alive but it's too damn cold
My blade it love to roam my range it never stops
I came to take the throne kill the king and I took that spot
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
Ahead of my time ahead of my team
A head full of rhymes a head for a king
I had flames in eyes I head to the streets
Ahead of my prime get head from a queen
Heavy is the head and this shit a few tons
Ready to behead anybody who want
Bitch you behind with the way that you front
Imma take a few hits then I'm passing ya blunt
Imma king in this bitch kiss my ring like a bitch
Flows butter fly and they sting like a bitch
When I think of this shit rappers winking and shit
Like Sorry lil homie I don't swing like that kid
Take a swing at me kid I'm just speaking my shit
When I snap I'll be clapping poet reading they shit
Or get slapped with the back hand while I'm beating this shit
I'm the bastard of rap fucking treat me like shit
You some pieces of shit I'm too clean for this shit
Your C notes are weak son I tee off that shit
Take a seat put my feet up on your G's foreign whip
That you put in the video the keys ain't your shit
Apocalyptic when you on that bottle of piss
Y'all detectives gotta get to the bottoms of it
Case after case still ain't solving ya shit
Hardest shit to swallow is as honest it gets
Knocking on the door and I got Em all fed
A MC like Walter White did
Talking your talk and you walking out dead
I'm Hungry as fuck fucking starved in this shit
If I wanted you dead you would be dead ho
Got a fucking problem you can eat lead ho
Y'all want drama than we beefin ho
When that knife "shh" like a secret ho
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
Uh uh John Doe Uh uh Skribbal
Uh uh Mayhem yuh yuh let's go
You cheering for your teams I'm cheering for my dreams
No one believes in me but me So fear your fucking king (Aye)
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Writer(s): Nicholas Wagmeister
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