…from R O Y A L T Y
Look sharp, homie, give yourself a face lift
High brow, eyebrows on a spaceship
Take sips of that Ace of Spades’
Savin’ all my money just to waste on a bracelet
Gacy them haters, we don’t give a fuck though
Charge it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroat
Never slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me
Travel ‘round the globe, spend a nigga ‘bout a 100 Gs
Pack them crowds up, boss like Bowser
Deep-pocket poetry, my custom trousers
Thank God they found us, the game was starvin’
I’m clean and concrete, you ass and Charmin
Bobby Digital, do you really think these niggas know shit?
Shoppin’ in Manhattan and I ran into my old chick
Pride is a bitch, I am not a grown up
Tweetin’ when I’m 70, these half-dead followers
She look like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra
Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is Waka
Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is Waka
She jerk when I move like her old boy popped her
Home is that Outkast, soul like I’m Phonte
Old-school Js like Beyoncé’s fiancé
Back on on my dumb shit, nigga we the stupidest
Gave them niggas real shit, don’t know what to do wit it
I did what I did, man, did you really see it though?
‘Bino hard and fast, niggas sweet and low
American Royalty, family loyalty
We cream of the crop, why the fuck would we stop?
She had two sons, both of ‘em good grades
Both of ‘em rap songs, where did she go wrong?
Nowhere mama, we just go where the money at
Black Kennedy, where the fuck you niggas at?