Royalty (feat. Ky-Mani Marley, Stefflon Don & Vybz Kartel)

Royalty, inna mi bloodline

Dem soldiers yell on these front lines

Don't know why, know why

But demons come to test us sometimes

In my scheme from longtime

Defeat where you're confined

Royalty, inna mi bloodline

Dem soldiers yell on these front lines

Don't know why, know why

But demons come to test us sometimes

In my scheme from longtime

Defeat where you're confined

Yeah, me haffi

Big up, yuh

Big up, yuh, big up, yuh

Buy car and land fi yuh

Use bad man for their bread when the mortgage up

Big up, yuh

Big up, yuh, big up, yuh

Gyal dem a Kingston haffi whine dem body when they hear me on this one

Man, what's cool is that the shit change

When you use me for the money and the cars, yeah the big range

Yeah, it's funny how shit change

Poor shorty wanna young nigga drawers, that shit stains

In a poor house, Biscayne

Now I'm in the coupe with a crib, niggas Chris Paine

Never can't forget all the nights it was just pain

Now I'm finna come for the throne, don't forget, mane

Royalty, inna mi bloodline

Dem soldiers yell on these front lines

Don't know why, know why

But demons come to test us sometimes

In my scheme from longtime

Defeat where you're confined

Nuff tings a get lock off, iced out rings nah come off

Clean from me born, tell a gyal she fi chuck off

We can't stall, we a rise, we a take off

(We make the boys do wha' dem a do)

'Cause the gyal a set trends, name just a bubble pon the endz

Tic, me a toc pon the sumtin 'til it bend

We no friend badmind, we no 'fraid of dem (we no 'fraid)

Win, we a win 'til the end

Royalty, inna mi bloodline

Dem soldiers yell on these front lines

Don't know why, know why

But demons come to test us sometimes

In my scheme from longtime

Defeat where you're confined

His Imperial Majesty, Haile Selassie, so we royal

Triple X crew, so we loyal

Big batty, fat pussy, broad gyal

Come here, back it up gyal, buss a whine, mhm hm

Bend up inna 10 and inna 9, mhm hm

Miami gyal, Caribbean whine

Yardie say, you a real buddy bruka

Yankie say, you a bad muh fucka

Ky-Mani, who waan fi war?

We can work the army

War like Irani

Man grimy, crimy

Can't style me, parrie

Man Triple X to Tentacion

Pull up on dem endz deh like taxi man

Nah spray cologne, we spray hot metal

Cho man!

Real bad man like Sandokan

Real hot gyal badman go pon

Anweh we walk, the street govern

No fairytale, no Alice, no Peter Pan

Versace style, Louis V pattern

We strike the street hard, no FIFA

Plan kick you from Mobay, Halfway Tree you land

We born fi get dough, no need no man

We life a sort, ask the reader man

We balls a work, we a the breeder and

Nah laugh with it, badman Riddim

Smoke high grade and fly like pigeon

Real badman, we no haffi have image

Score like scrimmage inna any gyal village

Fuck dem wicked and squeeze out liquid

Sharp shooter like big lip bigot

Haffi live twice fi do things that they did

TJ, tell dem we're wild and wicked!

Royalty, inna mi bloodline

Dem soldiers yell on these front lines

Don't know why, know why

But demons come to test us sometimes

In my scheme from longtime

Defeat where you're confined