Lyrics XXXTENTACION – Royalty
Text:
Royalty inna mi bloodline
Got soldiers, yeah, on these front-lines
And though I know
Our demons come to test us sometimes
Defeat we nuh come find
Royalty inna mi bloodline
Got soldiers, yeah, on these front-lines
And though I know
Our demons come to test us sometimes
Dem ah scheme from long time
Defeat we nuh come find
Yeah, mi haffi
Big up, yo
Big up, yo, big up, yo
I can’t run nuttin fi you
Use badman fi di bread when yo mortgage up
Big up, yo
Big up, yo, big up, yo
Gyaldem ah Kingston
Every one dem body wanna hear me on this one
Man, it’s cool until the shit change
Wanna use me for the money and the cars, yeah, the big Range
Yeah, it’s funny how shit change
All shorty want is young nigga’s drawers, that shit stains
In the pool house, Biscayne
Now I’m in the coupe with a crib big as Curtis Payne
Never can forget all the nights it was just pain
Now I’m finna come for the throne, don’t forget, mayne
Royalty inna mi bloodline
And though I know our demons come to test us sometimes
Dem ah scheme from long time
Defeat we nuh come find
Nuff ting I get lock off
Iced-out rings nah come off
Clean from mi born tell ah gyal she fi chuck off
We can’t stop, we ah rise, we ah take off
(We make the boys do what dem a do)
’cause di gyal I set trends
Name just hop up upon di ends
> Tick mi a tock pon di somethin’ ’til it bend
We no friend
Badmind, we nuh ‘fraid of dem
Win, we ah win till it end
Royalty inna mi bloodline
Got soldiers, yeah, on these front-lines
And though I know
Our demons come to test us sometimes
Dem ah scheme from long time
Defeat we nuh come find
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, mm hmm
Bend up ina 10 and ina 9, mm hmm
Miami gyal, Caribbean whine
Yardie say you’re a real buddy brucka
Yankees say you a bad muthafucka
Ky-Mani, ooh, waan see why we can’t work the ‘Ami
Why I like the rhymey
Man grimey crimey
Can’t style me, parri
Man XXX to Tentación
Pull up on di men seh like taximan
Nah spray cologne, we spray hot metal
Real badman like Sandokan
Real hot gyal badman go pon
Anywhere we walk di street governed
No fairytale, no Alice, no Peter Pan
Versace style, Louis V pattern
We strike di street hard, no FIFA plan
kick yuh from Mobay, Half Way Tree yuh land
We born fi get dough, nuh need no man
We life ah sort ask di reader man
We balls ah work, we are di breeder and
Nah laugh wid it, badman riddim
Smoke high grade and fly like pigeon
Real badman, we nuh haffi have image
Score like scrimmage inna any gyal village
Fuck dem wicked, now squeeze out liquid
Sharpshooter like Billy The Kid
Haffi live twice fi di tings that we did
DJ, tell dem we wild and wicked
Royalty inna mi bloodline
Got soldiers, yeah, on these front-lines
And though I know
Our demons come to test us sometimes
Dem ah scheme from long time
Defeat we nuh come find
