Royalty - Righteous Mix
Im the pinnacle
You the obstacle
Get the fuck out my way before I put you in the hospital
You out there looking kinda dummy
We out here spending Drake money—sonny
Take you on a melodic ride
With 2 black sticks on my side
So this is how it go
Stacks on the pad phenom-meno
Break it down like domino
S to da c the life of the fucken show
Spit that raw uncut mad flow
Dont you know— the tank is always full
Thats how the storey go
These biddies be looking like sweets in the streets
Flossing the new d bezelled Prada and Gucci sleeks
Im a fucken boss of these streets
Teach you how to chase a cop up in a tree
Shits for reals
Doing it like don and steeles
Go hard like marketing deals
Never stop till we get our meals
Momma always said ain't no sorrow for the soulless
Motherfucker im out the parole list
Rock your dome harder than stallone
Never stop
Born to de— throne
My wingspan the size of Japan
Fuck with me and imma rip you up in 1 hand
Better yet imma feed you to my boy sam
Murder you and put you inside the classified can
Come on come— catch me if ya can
I feel like a maestro
The way I orchestrate my lyrics on the beat
Smooth like mj the way I move my feet
Got that swag the bitches look for
Roll the dice land on three 4
Hear that noise
Thats your silly bitch at my door
Had to tell her
Dont come no more
I could rhyme on this beat forever
Hold it down like leather
Boy you couldn't compete
Get yourself together
You more of a flop than the fucken weather
You the obstacle
Get the fuck out my way before I put you in the hospital
You out there looking kinda dummy
We out here spending Drake money—sonny
Take you on a melodic ride
With 2 black sticks on my side
So this is how it go
Stacks on the pad phenom-meno
Break it down like domino
S to da c the life of the fucken show
Spit that raw uncut mad flow
Dont you know— the tank is always full
Thats how the storey go
These biddies be looking like sweets in the streets
Flossing the new d bezelled Prada and Gucci sleeks
Im a fucken boss of these streets
Teach you how to chase a cop up in a tree
Shits for reals
Doing it like don and steeles
Go hard like marketing deals
Never stop till we get our meals
Momma always said ain't no sorrow for the soulless
Motherfucker im out the parole list
Rock your dome harder than stallone
Never stop
Born to de— throne
My wingspan the size of Japan
Fuck with me and imma rip you up in 1 hand
Better yet imma feed you to my boy sam
Murder you and put you inside the classified can
Come on come— catch me if ya can
I feel like a maestro
The way I orchestrate my lyrics on the beat
Smooth like mj the way I move my feet
Got that swag the bitches look for
Roll the dice land on three 4
Hear that noise
Thats your silly bitch at my door
Had to tell her
Dont come no more
I could rhyme on this beat forever
Hold it down like leather
Boy you couldn't compete
Get yourself together
You more of a flop than the fucken weather
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