HOUSE OF TYRELL

Yea
The iron throne belongs to me now
See you
You thought my name was Damone Tyrell by coincidence
(I was born with that shit nigga)
(Wasn't nothing given)
I'm really royalty
(You know it)
It's heavy
(Bow when you see a king)
Yo
Talk is cheap I payed the price for some expensive words
Sitting on my thrown plotting out ways so I extend my term
Thousand dollars on a belt it's like these niggas never learn
Dress up bullshit all you want
It's still just an expensive turd
See back in school
I was taught that I should wait my turn
But if you wait on bodies to burn
How do you ever earn (urn) (thats clever)
Niggas tryna get the bread that butter some will never churn
We from A to Z to make it Foxy all without the firm
I made mistakes and I'll admit it still I'm proud and strong
Funny thing about your pride
Is that you'll end up loud and wrong
Hoping to atone for all my sins
That's why I'm making songs
High that I'm controlling blown from pens
It's like I'm vaping dog
Looking through the hazy fog
See I made my way from out the covers
While you other cats were smothered
Such a lazy cause
Punches balrog when I layer em between the bars
Niggas Gandolf they tried to stand but can't accept the fall
(You shall not pass)
I see things different from my lowered eyes
When I prophesized
My life and times
It came as no surprise
I was working on my riches but when sleeping dogs lie
It'd be plenty other bitches tryna lick ya bones dry
Better check ya tone guy
I'm not the last of my house
We put the glass in ya mouth
And keep the ass of your spouse
For a trophy got your rulers head
It's mounted on my wall (Joffrey)
I'm not Future when your King Is Dead (ladi dadi da)
There's no one you can call
And I mean that shit
Yea
Unh
Peep the iron throne it's ripe for the taking
It belongs to me
Its never no mistaking nigga
It's never no mistaking
I said it's never no mistaking
Nothing given I just gotta take it
Yea
Weight up
Douse my enemies in Hellfyre
I keep bells tired
They ring
Whenever I sing
Tell choirs
Respect my voice
Collective choice
Is still a threat
They bless the moist
With pigs that kill
Don't test the oink
See you ain't built for taking conflict
The system keep inflicting all the torture
That make con's flip
Meanwhile
I been plotting take overs as time ticks
And make sure my words were dipped in adhesive
So rhymes stick
It's arbitrary just to brag about accomplishments
Your shit be looking dull
Your skills can use a little polishing
I could give a fuck bout if the critics keep acknowledging
The time that I put in to win
My track records astonishing
Never needed followers to rally through my halls
I know I have a couple friends that's praying I stay small
I'm hoping that my reign will be met with grand applause
They judge a Mad King by the strictness of his laws
The unburned signing off (I ain't a Targaryen though)
Yea
The choice of king won't be left to coin toss nigga