The Royals
Connecticut People Records
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And it's on like
Slide
Shorty ride to the beat, toe-tag two times when I fired
Got me thinkin'
I'm smooth
Movin' like I'm Michael Off of Beat It
It's the Mr. Freestyle or the Mr. Can't Repeat it
I'm the Mr. Run it back, I switch the track and then repeat it
Run it back to back to back, if I don't like it, then delete it
I'm that nigga with a fire talk, Mr. Spit the fuego
Mr. Get the money now, we can talk Luego.
It's that confidence and common shit
makin' conquerors colloquists, copycats that could copy the flow
It ain't gon' pop like this
Poppin', now you see me in a home before I'm droppin' this
Pop flow
People showin' the street, they still gon' ride to this obvious
Family tie shit, hell, La Familia
Holla at a primo, let him know I need me a beat
I can chef, but I'm a cook
And I can see em beggin' for the beat like Martin, sound like Gina
I close my eyes and realize perception is key. If that's the case, then I'm a king
I deserve everything, the finer things like diamond rings, designer jeans
But when it all show up before me, who am I to be
Cause they say money been the root of all evil, but really, it been ruin' our people
My niggas know that cash rule everything around me
It ain't nothin' new, I've been part of the sequel
Like, blow this record while 30,000 feet in the air
Two-step when the turbulence shakin' till we there
Hoppin' on the beat, I told the ref that I ain't playin' fair
But DBA don't wanna tell them niggas that I never cared, never played fair
Switch the flow, call it mismatch, crisscross, yo, I'm hard to beat
I'ma get that bassline, Johnna V, call it Tate 9
DBA don't wanna blow up, heard it through the grapevine
Told you I'm a great find, they gon' say I'm crazy
Breakin' down the great mind, racin' in Mercedes
The FOMO, Goku, spittin' Super Saiyans
Can't forget to mention young, black, and amazing
B-R-O-D-M-A-N-J, R-Junior, Weezy-F-S
Stand for fuckin' on your boo and a light cheddar check
Feel like modern day slavery, the sentiment remain to be, fuck you, pay me
Shit is murder for me, body, they a murder for me
My niggas stay in the bank, you gotta learn to be free
Word to Smokey the Bear, I stay burnin' the tree
Your girl doin' somethin' new, she probably learned it from me
The birds and the bees, only know how I feel
Rollin' purp in the sheets, bangin' church in the streets
Like old dog with the cane, we was curving , watch out
I was bustin' my shit, you a virgin with heat
Boardwalk over everything, you heard it from me
I had my urban fatigues, with the burner on me
I was movin' like that, around suburban police
Put that fifth to his neck, and make him turn into me
Wait, y'all gon' need a lot of help
Black down, black palm, I know how to stealth
My youngin' rock Balenciaga, Ferragamo belts
With his 40 below, and his timberlands choke
On the block, it's cold, but I'm cold
Ironic, how I rinse snow in the snow
Know Ralph, I was low
Think she wanna be famous, told me she wanna blow
Hammer fresh out the box, like when you cop the Patron
I leave your shit leakin' like small diapers
This long rifle got a kick like Shawn Michaels
Forgot I was great, you must've got Alzheimer's
My niggas is hungry- hungry, you won't take nothin' from me
My flex with this bloody money is crazy
Lance Kane with the bloody money
He just another junkie that come with the funny money
Niggas is funny money, you broke, you a bummy-dummy
Bitch wanna fuckin' suck me, givin' that mug a tummy
Think I'm her other hubby
I'm a chill