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Royalty (feat. RaVaughn)

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Royalty (feat. RaVaughn)

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Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)

Young queen, cross your legs (cross your legs)

Put a crown on your head and remove the chains

Even diamond chains are for slaves

Don't step foot in no penitentiary (penitentiary), oh

Don't taste the poison (poison)

No, don't you bail on your family (no), no-no-no-no-no, no

'Cause they don't know you're royalty

But they gon' know when they see us

A known fraud once fell on his own sword

Scrawny as a fiend, he'll tell on his own broad

His lady's crazy and it bugs me

Behind her best friend back, she call her best friend baby ugly

Less then a week ago

He's beatin' his dick to a freak he know

Talkin' dirty to him on speakerphone

Right before he clinked up, his girl creeped up

Swung a knife, hit his cheekbone, made a deep cut

He holdin' his face, he out the door

She yellin' out the window, you can stay with that whore

Hours went past, stitched up with the gauze

Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more

Fraud ass niggas who like to front and big talk

Never swung at nobody, never let a gun spark

Big nine-seven Benz with the old body

Pulls up to the corner, out jumps his old hottie

Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)

Young queen, cross your legs (cross your legs)

Put a crown on your head and remove the chains

Even diamond chains are for slaves

Don't step foot in no penitentiary (penitentiary), oh

Don't taste the poison (poison)

No, don't you bail on your family (no), no-no-no-no-no, no

'Cause they don't know you're royalty (nigga)

But they gon' know when they see us (yo)

Football wives, basketball wives

Mistresses slash more tires with knives

They lookin' for a dollar

I'm lookin' for a joanne chesimard to turn to a shotta

Spot a king of diamonds, onyx, one bitch get it off the floor

Other chick out of her man's pockets

What kind of shows you be watchin'?

It shows, this is how we choose who we should rock with

I think about settlin' down again, have more seeds

Ten toes on the ground again, let hoes be

Nothin' like makin' love with somebody you love

Nothin' like comin' home to grub

Netflix, hugs with a wet kiss

The best shit, take my mind off of makin' records

I need that moral support

Give me a reason to spoil you more

Make 'em jealous of who we are

Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)

Young queen, cross your legs (cross your legs)

Put a crown on your head and remove the chains

Even diamond chains are for slaves

Don't step foot in no penitentiary (penitentiary), oh

Don't taste the poison (poison)

No, don't you bail on your family (no), no-no-no-no-no, no

'Cause they don't know you're royalty

But they gon' know when they see us

Tryna get my niggas legitimate

Shit is ugly, my dudes strugglin', drug dealer shit

Silhouette of a murderer, thug nigga, fitted mets cap

Drunk liquor bit, young black militant

Just hopin' I hit a lick, a criminal's wit

Intelligence, still a menace each guinness I sip

Bring the kid ideas, the visions I get

How this dude rich? He snuck in with no citizenship

Motivation, so I get off my ass

I'm the star of the movie, lookin' for my supportin' cast

Read the forbes pages, lookin' at g4s

Wish it could be more, pray I beat the court cases

Women with small waists, lonely, I ain't too far

Smoke weed, and count paper

I'm about paper and pussy and buyin' the bar

Fly ass niggas, y'all jealous of who we are

Whatever you do, young king, don't wind up dead (wind up dead)

Young queen, cross your legs (cross your legs)

Put a crown on your head and remove the chains

Even diamond chains are for slaves

Don't step foot in no penitentiary (penitentiary), oh

Don't taste the poison (poison)

No, don't you bail on your family (no), no-no-no-no-no, no

'Cause they don't know you're royalty

But they gon' know when they see us

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