Sour Face

…from Trigger Happy

[Jay Rock]

Play this in your car, give ‘em sour face
Play this, play this in the club, give ‘em sour face
Nigga, when they hear it, that’s that sour face
Nigga lookin’ at me crazy, that’s that sour face

Ring the alarm, Comme des Garçons
Lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond
Bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry
Places that I’m stayin’ got more whites than all my laundry

Life of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out
Summer spent in places most my people never know about
Gettin’ mama new house, for now I’m fuckin’ wearin’ it
Fourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American

Bless the chick I’m marryin’, keep the whole estate intact
Bless the son I didn’t have, sprayed ‘em on her lower back
Focus on them roaches, I ain’t never goin’ back
Wine is so precocious, sippin’ on somebody’s yacht

Real money’s never seen, whole thing classic
Think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset
Back when I would still sweat five Gs
Back when I was hookin’ up with Ali Brie—stunt!

Yeah, it’s East Side forever, bitch
Hate mail comin’ from these niggas who was never rich
Or never poor, or never fly
Or seen somebody get wet up outside of Golden Glide

Hot 107, nine dreams when I run through
Man, that’s fam, Steve, Swank, that’s the whole crew
Monster like a muppet, wallet Warren Buffett
Camp was last year but I ain’t ever have to rough it

Lookin’ fresh from the McFlys up
You don’t know about ‘em, better wise up
Busy with them rollers, I don’t carry mine
(Busy with them rollers, I don’t carry mine)

Body

Street niggas, hood rats, ladies and gentlemen
Childish Gambino greater than sign everyone
Apples to oranges, Jay Leno to Letterman
Got a cool whip and my girl ass gelatin

“Fake niggas back in style,” no, never that
If I’m wrong see you in hell with hella cash
God dammit, we the boys with the illest rain
Royalty forever and the rest is just a silly game

Still learnin’ how to work your girlfriend’s genitals
Still buyin’ sweaters off of 30 Rock residuals
Money change everything, these bitches always down to ride
Especially if you keep they nose gentrified

Money off of curse words, I hope my mama’s proud of me
Man, I’ve done it all, so I guess we both prodigies
From PJs to PJs, that’s projects to privates
Now you understand my fuckin’ mindset, let ‘em know

[Prodigy]

I’m sittin’ on a bunch of green faces
So my wallet is an alien invasion
Or a spaceship, my crew’s the illest
So we all real monsters, Nicktoons’ Ickis

That line’s the stupidest, but it be lucrative
I’m sellin’ out these venues, niggas gotta get used to it
Now I’m fuckin’ with the realest that you ever had
And P my motherfuckin’ nigga so I call ‘em dad

[Prodigy]

Kill ‘em Glen Levy, Don P said it
My flow go to Earth, we the ill pandemic
We smoke the whole barn up, bitch I’m on my high horse
You don’t watch Community? Girl, what is you lyin’ for?

[Prodigy]

I want a hood life, cash and clothes
Fast as hoes, then get ghosts like Casper, though
I smash ‘em though, they don’t know what hit ‘em
Childish Gambino, show a nigga that you with ‘em say “ayo”

Real Estate

…from R O Y A L T Y

I got a PJ for the whole crew
Passport lookin’ old news
Champagne in a glasshouse
Old money know what I’m about

Put your money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
Nigga, I’m from Georgia, that’s the realest state

I’m feelin’ like New Zealand, charge it to the Am-Ex
Gotta use that latex or she livin’ like a princess
They don’t wake you up in private, let a nigga sleep
I got houses in the mountains, man, Will Smith live down the street

Got that generation money, my grand-kids are assholes
Stackin’ somethin’ dummy, every verse I got got cash flow
Monaco, they loved me, I’m wearin’ somethin’ ugly
But they still know I’m rich, though, so my do-rag lookin’ stuffy

Rollin’ with the Royalty, Kauai is just my Camelot
Glasshouse, champagne, white shirt, no socks, no top, Saint Bart’s
Pushin’ 997s like I’m making fuckin’ phone calls
Half a mill’ is low bar

God of diamonds, Light Bright, whiskey older than Betty White
Spot me on Dalmatian Coast, Croatian girls salvation us
Make somethin’ of myself, man
Somebody let ’em know, ‘cause it’s that East Side, nigga

I got a PJ for the whole crew
Passport lookin’ old news
Champagne in a glasshouse
Old money know what I’m about

Put your money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
Nigga, I’m from Georgia, that’s the realest state

[Alley Boy]

I got a PJ for the whole crew
Passport lookin’ old news
Champagne in a glasshouse
Old money know what I’m about

Put your money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
Nigga, I’m from Georgia, that’s the realest state

I got a PJ for the whole crew
Passport lookin’ old news
Champagne in a glasshouse
Old money know what I’m about

Put your money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
I put my money in that real estate
Nigga, I’m from Georgia, that’s the realest state

[Swank]

[Tina Fey]
Yeah we in here, we in this thing
Gambino is forever, Royalty is forever
We ballin’ ‘til we fuckin’ up the hardwood, homie
This is the life we live, son

My president is black and my Prius is blue, motherfucker
Royalty all day, we droppin’ racks in Nordstrom, son
That’s racks on racks, dammit
You feel me? You feel me?

This is the part where most people would say somethin’ crazy
And drop the N-word after it
Not going to, not gonna do that
I don’t feel comfortable, I’m out

Make It Go Right

…from R O Y A L T Y

[Kilo Kish]

I know what you’re missin’ in your new life
I can find a way to make it go right
Make it go right, we can make it go right
I know what you’re missin’ in your new life
I can find a way to make it go right
It go, it go, it go, it go

When I’m alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call
I used to front somethin’ stupid, now I’m makin’ them wait
Except for you, mama, I’m ready, I don’t wanna be late

Never hesitate, you know it, petty cash, we blow it
Excuse me for imperfect, them halfway looks is worth it
I watched these niggas lurkin’, they just want my leftovers
Watched ‘em locked up all day and slept over

Put your-put your hair back: Afro
Skippin’ after-parties at the last show
I’mma hold your hand in Little Tokyo
And tell you somethin’ in your ear that you shouldn’t know

Two jumps, but the feelin’ was so gone
High school swag, busy fuckin’ with clothes on
Lost a couple words, joke around the reason
You can wear my shirt, pretend to let you in that FIFA

There was nothing like it, settle down
You always hit me when my boo around
It’s a long walk, we ain’t talkin’, though
That ratchet ho on lock and load, I appreciate the offer, though

I’mma do it right, but later, though
‘Cause either way you’re gonna hate me like you say you won’t
Thank God for that
It’s called regret, you ever heard of it?

I know what you’re missin’ in your new life
I can find a way to make it go right
Make it go right, we can make it go right
I know what you’re missin’ in your new life
I can find a way to make it go right
It go, it go, it go, it go

I know what you’re missin’ in your new life
I can find a way to make it go right
Make it go right, we can make it go right
I know what you’re missin’ in your new life
I can find a way to make it go right
It go, it go, it go, it go

Wonderful

…from R O Y A L T Y

We finally made it and now we’re sailin’
I never dreamed we’d get this far, my heart keeps askin’
How’d it get so wonderful, so wonderful?
How’d it get so wonderful, so wonderful?

You can call the shots, I’m goin’ to my aunt’s house
What’s it all about? Lookin’ like I’m Millhouse
What’s it all about? I ain’t get my bike back
I ain’t get my bike back, I know where he live at

I know what he look like, I know what I live like
Five to a bed, head-to-toe, that’s a good night
Five to a bed, head-to-toe, with the fan on
I don’t think these other niggas know what your man on

I used to have to sneak just to get my food
Free lunch made it feel like they don’t approve
Sell a card for a dollar used to be the mood
I wanna be Jabari, man, that nigga cool

I wanna lash out, nigga, keep your cool
All my friend did was draw somethin’, now he outta school
‘Cause everything was always, “Show me what you made of”
And everybody knew somebody who was laid up

I didn’t need it, mama said it’s a lesson
Some people will never like you, don’t let ’em catch you stressin’
You know a code’s a code, the world can’t stop ’em
Eatin’ out rat holes and Cheerios boxes

This nigga think he hot shit, he think he good at everything
I just didn’t wanna get left out more
My little sis’ mom got shot, she in the newspaper
Prayers couldn’t save her, she died a day later

Like my cousin got the HIV
When she bust the leg open playing jump rope
Should I tell them kids what the fuck’s up?
They gone judge her and me

Man, fuck them, we livin’, all is forgiven
I fucked up royally
But now that’s who we are man you gotta use the royal “we”
This is Royalty, and this is all I ever wanted ‘cause

We finally made it and now we’re sailin’
I never dreamed we’d get this far, my heart keeps askin’
How’d it get so wonderful, so wonderful?
How’d it get so wonderful, so wonderful?

We finally made it and now we’re sailin’
I never dreamed we’d get this far, my heart keeps askin’
How’d it get so wonderful, so wonderful?
How’d it get so wonderful, so wonderful?

Bronchitis

…from R O Y A L T Y

Fiji water and a box of old Raisinets
I got a real taste for dyin’ but I ain’t do it yet
I tried to watch The Artist with my girlfriend
But instead I lost the battle with some NyQuil

Playin’ Double Dribble with my older cousin
Now I’m ballin’ every day, so, dude, that’s gotta stand for somethin’
But it doesn’t change the subject
Man, I’m hustlin’, sandles cuttin’ up my ankles
Please and thank you
Demons hate you when you angel

Never been to prison but I serve a sentence
Gr-grind when you—
I’m sharin’ experiments with Seventh Day Adventists
And on the seventh day I’mma show y’all what the event is

Dollar signs, bottom line
Speak the truth and everybody gon’ hate you
Unless it’s funny, that’s how I used to make money
I won’t roll with the ol’, yeah, they want somethin’ from me
Why the flow so dummy? Why do hoes still love me?

I don’t know, don’t bug me, on Patrón, or bubbly, or power
Old culture, ain’t nobody sober
My mama don’t drink but she kill me over soda
Damn, homie, man, you famous like Kony

My cousin bang Camp, man (My cousin bang Camp, man)
ATLienated myself about a month
Just enough to get-to get my rows in a duck
Just enough to make a faithful man wanna fuck

Girls be tweetin’ me their pictures, man, I gotta look
And most of ‘em couldn’t handle the panels in my comic’s book
This rapper’s book, this writer’s book
They kinda shook (It’s not a hook)
They kinda shook (It’s not a hook)

(No excuses or apologies)
(Ain’t no way in hell they ain’t gon’ say that I embody this)
(I be killin’ every nigga breathin’—bronchitises)
(Ain’t no way in hell they ain’t gon’ say that I embody this)

(No excuses or apologies)
(Ain’t no way in hell they ain’t gon’ say that I embody this)
(I be killin’ every nigga breathin’—bronchitises)
(I be killin’ every nigga breathin’—bronchitises, let ‘em know)

Arrangement

…from R O Y A L T Y

[Gonage]

If you ain’t talkin’ cash, don’t say shit
In the VIP, we champagne-spray shit
I’m in the club lookin’ like a bank statement
If you talkin’ cash, I can make arrangement

Walked in the club, ain’t pay shit
Broke niggas hate, ‘cause they ain’t shit
I’m gettin’ to the cash, pockets on payment
If you talkin’ money, I can make arrangement, Cody

Cody Bean Sr., pushin’ mean either
You don’t know Childish, nigga, me neither
Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle House
If it ain’t money, man, we ain’t got shit to talk about

Kennedy compound, my 20-room house
So big my ex-girls ain’t gotta move out
If you ain’t talkin’ cash, don’t say shit
My bank account look like when little kids break shit

Ooooooo, if I’m breathin’ I can handle it
Watchin’ all my dreams get together like an ampersand
Blueprint the new shit, mixtape management
Show these dummies how to do it, all I want’s my ten percent

Porche brand new, passed ‘em a cool hundred
Yeah my girl 5’2”, even her growth stunted
It’s the nigga y’all knew back when I flipped meal cards
Now my meals free when I don’t taste the fifth star

We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge
Meetin’ with the moguls, make ‘em richer and they owe you
It’s the kid you used to talk about, I’m watchin’ people get up on it
On Worldstar and I ain’t have to have a nigga moment

Flow’s always cold, keep the whole soul anemic
Never left that hard shit, a nigga always constipated
Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin’ weight
Flossin’-flossin’ hard, Ice King, no more Finn and Jake

Love or hate you gotta say the hype is somethin’ handsome
As long as all of ‘em bloggin’, I’m livin’ Richard Branson
Shit talkers still talk, haters on my billboard
Used to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys

So iconic, Black Kennedy this shit
Man I’m so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix
Droppin’ new shit and the haters get the splash-back
Don’t be surprised when he ask you where the cash at

If you ain’t talkin’ cash, don’t say shit
In the VIP, we champagne-spray shit
I’m in the club lookin’ like a bank statement
If you talkin’ cash, I can make arrangement

Walked in the club, ain’t pay shit
Broke niggas hate, ‘cause they ain’t shit
I’m gettin’ to the cash, pockets on payment
If you talkin’ money, I can make arrangement, Cody

Toxic

…from R O Y A L T Y

[Danny Brown]

Too high, can’t come down
Too high, can’t come down
Too high, can’t come down
Too high, can’t come down

Fandango my mandingo, we should do a movie
Groupies lookin’ like the Yakuza in my Jacuzzi
Excuse me I’m on that ooey, my pockets on Life with Louie
Euros is different colors, my wallet look like a Coogi

He who speakin’ the least is Chief Keefin’ the peace
Leavin’ seeds in yo niece, prayin’ that she ain’t late
Sprayin’ like that AK, now that shit my namesake
‘Bino, you so nasty, ass like an ashtray

Smokin’ Flying Lotus, used to be Jehovah’s
I’m in yo girl and now she feelin’ Polish like perogies
They hopin’ that they smoke us, naw, man, never that
Trippin’ off that earwax, Danny Brown and D-Stacks

Ill pandemic, man, that shit be everywhere
Midas is your highness and you horrible like Gummi bears
Why I’m fly like a cockpit, you don’t fly like a ostrich
Stupid shit like a mosh pit, can’t believe this is “Toxic”

It’s in the air and it’s all around
Too high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Too high, can’t come down

It’s in the air and it’s all around
Too high, can’t come down
It’s in the air and it’s all around
Too high, can’t come down

Won’t Stop

…from R O Y A L T Y

We are so far away from here

Tell ‘em run it back, this song is my shit
Told that DJ, “Turn it up,” all we did was Bowflex
It’s that Stone Mountain, DeKalb County
Fuck, boy, knows shit about me
Still real, no shit, cash gun, money clip
285 to 400, then I made a left
Man we spend it up in Lenox, boy we fresh to death

They was sleepin’ when I left, now they heard of me
We get paid to get y’all hyped, that’s that turnip green
New kicks, I street ball, black top, asphalt
Tight dress, her ass fall, get face like bath salts
Airport, atheist—only pray when there’s turbulence
So why the fuck am I stressin’ over this nervous shit?

We are so far away from here
We are so far away from here

Burn, burn, burn
My new car, my new clothes
Now that I’m on top, are you proud of me, proud of me?

Burn, burn, burn
My new car, my new clothes
Now that I won’t stop, are you proud of me, proud of me?

All I really wanted was a left turn
Never thought it’d go and leave a nigga burned
Now that I’m on top, are you proud of me, proud of me?

All I really wanted was a left turn
Never thought it’d go and leave a nigga burned
Now that I won’t stop, are you proud of me, proud of me?

Are you proud of me?
Are you proud of me?

They Don’t Like Me

…from R O Y A L T Y

Somebody tell they people what the fuck is up
I’m grindin’ like a doozer, lookin’ cool as fuck
I’m grindin’ I’m most hated but I sell the stage
I’m grindin’ I’m most hated but I’m gettin’ paid

[Chance The Rapper]

Used to have some patience, now it’s all gone
Force feed these motherfuckers, eatin’ foie gras
Force feed these motherfuckers, not a rockstar
I’mma say my piece, these other rappers lockjaw
I don’t think they like me (I don’t think they like me)
I don’t think I’m icy, I think I’m a’ight, B
Niggas wanna fight me? That’s unnecessary
I don’t quit for shit, that’s my legendary

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