Royal's Mind

Never going to stop that some real Shit
Nigga's going cross that some bullshit
We going hit that some true shit.
And like the birth of my son this a God Gift.

Never once condone killing until I set down and try contemplate coupled of millie.
Rooms getting bigger but they empty though its cool.
We ain't come from shit it's better then the trailer floor.
Feeling like I'm on heaven door God knows we ain't have a choice.
I remember working hard like I'ma have a voice
And they was on that fuck shit. I didn't really very a chose but its on now.
Me and God we in tune now I ask that you remove things that's not in your pursuit.
And these demons follow suit my Lord she cute.
She can get it any day of the week my flesh weak.
Still street you know it just a hopeless poet refusing to lose surviving is the goal.
Be care for what you ask for abundance come in many forms shapes and fashions you know So.

Never going to stop that some real Shit
Nigga's going cross that some bullshit
We going hit that some true shit.
And like the birth of my son this a God Gift.
Never going to stop that some real Shit
Nigga's going cross that some bullshit
We going hit that some true shit.
And like the birth of my son this a God Gift.
Never going to stop that some real Shit
Nigga's going cross that some bullshit
We going hit that some true shit.
And like the birth of my son this a God Gift.
Never going to stop that some real Shit
Nigga's going cross that some bullshit
We going hit that some true shit.
And like the birth of my son this a God Gift.

Never going to stop that some real Shit
Nigga's going cross that some bullshit
We going hit that some true shit.
And like the birth of my son this a God Gift.
Never going to stop that some real Shit
Nigga's going cross that some bullshit
We going hit that some true shit.
And like the birth of my son this a God Gift.



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Writer(s): Joshua Mott, So Royal The Music Producer
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