Royals

Yeaah!
Go time.

Rolled up on my old girl, haircut like James Dean and their swag is still 240p, I'm 1080HD.
Money low, but my city loves me – made a name for myself in my late teens.
I went 8 Queens, they all 18 that whited 'em all out – shaved cream.
All in her mouth like a canker sore.
Rolled the beat, destroyed the song.
Played the game and I owned them all;
I dunked the ball – Earl Boykins tall I mugged the boy that's Nate Robinson – huge blaze, short guy.
Stunting on these trash talkers – I'm too real, I ain't your kind.
Royal, motherfucker, royal, motherfucker – ohh.
Money where my brothers brothers stunting with my pho.
Yellow like the yolk, just a little bit of sunshine.
Girlies better be there for me like a bus time.
They just mad' cause I cut lines.
All you other rappers do like everything but rhyme.
You can out-swag any other squad but mine.
You can steal my girl, lil' homie, 'cause that butt miiiiiiiiiiight & that 9 to 5 ain't me.
Tryna buy islands just to privatize my life so I can sleep… peacefully.
Lil' homie, please leave me alone.
Brushing brushing haters off and I don't need me a comb.

So, baby, chill with my set; my team isn't a threat.
And I don't care 'bout other rappers, I got kittens to pet.
I'll leave the city painted red, no su-woop.
OooOoOooOo, killed them, my screw's loose. I'mma fill mut, no YouTube.

And you could do like everything you want, as long as I don't have a buy you no East Saint Laurent.
I'm just a normal kid and I don't think that is my thing.
Just a peasant in this game but I'm living like a king.

And my crew's back, who's that? Us, baby – move back.
I don't care about your page, bitch – close that, new tab.
Fans like a boyband. Shows like a rockstar.
Played the show like young Em (Eminem).
Louder than a cop car. Royal, motherfucker, royal, motherfucker – ohhh.
Money where my brother, brothers stunting with my pho.
Boy got a deal but he never really changed.
IT'S D-P-R-Y-D-E
ALMIGHTY, know the name. Peace.