Royce Da 5'9" other songs:

 

Field Negro lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

You ain't been gettin' this money all your life

Oh you forgot about the roaches and all the mice

Out here livin' an alcoholic rapper artist life

What happened to art is life?

All of you kids is in charter school

And you startin' to do everything in private

Maybe that's from all of the charter flights

Make sure whatever you're doing is not in the dark

You know this shit is bound to come out eventually

Underneath all the lights

Rob a man, kidnap him, take him for all his rights

Degrade him all of his life

Rape his daughter, his wife

Nine months later, use the baby as piranha bait

We wasn't even allowed to pray

Let alone read or write

People like Cube opened them doors are politically correct negroes

Like you, close on 'em, keep you ice

Clap for 'em

They make you feel like they love you there

Your whole platform could swim with the fishes like huggy bear

(Your Maybach in your house is like that important that you won't move at all. It's distractions, that you won't say anything at all in risk of losing something. You won't say anything on anyone's behalf at this point?)

You ain't been gettin' riches ya whole life

Oh, you done forgot?

The oven door open on the stove in the kitchen

To heat up the house 'cause they done cut the heat off on ya home, right?

Okay, now you thinkin' you livin' so far away

Just 'cause you neighbors with Britney and K-Fed

Every artist in the game are phony

Fuckin' all the same thotties in the game since way back

And all the same thots in the game been givin' the same top

To the same guys in the game like one of Sway hats

The plight of the miserable wasted talent

Only guys with the hits of the tigers

Drakes and Khaleds, shit

This is what happens when your favorite artist never get challenged

Your favorite felon from the NFL has been silenced

My dad said, "Under no circumstance should a man

Considered a legend have nothing left on his death bed"

And any black man not willin' to stand up for his own rights

Should lose the use of his right and left leg"

They say I couldn't do it, so I went out and did it

They said they gave it to me, so I ain't ask for more

I stayed active every time a door slammed in my face

Stayed at the door

I stayed knocking, I stayed rockin'

I did it my way without all the complainin'

And all the whinin' all day like Kanye or Wale

For the validation of all the bloggers

And all the same gay ass awards

Fuck y'all and all them gay ass awards

We are livin' inside the same hell

And we all willin' to die to go the same heaven

But we are lyrically not on the same level

I'm scriblin' my killings down and sendin' them out like chain letters

I'm not here for the crown nor Tory Lanez cheddar

I'm here for respect or else I'm willin' to take off the belt

And whoop a young nigga's ass with it like James Evans

(A house negro look at you and say "Man you quick, what you mean separate? Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this?"

Or is that house negro? In those days he was called a house nigga and what's we call him today, we still got some house niggers runnin' around here)

You only been livin' a small part of your life all the way up

Oh you forgot about your home that you grew up in

When you were starvin' with nothing

When it was stripes on all the canned goods in your closets and cupboards

You grew stripes and you developed the heart of a hustler

My grind Shawn Carter as fuck

I go back in time, sell George Washington Carver a nut

Plus, none of these artist can beat me

I'm [?] Christ on the Noah's Ark on the waters of Fiji

I'm truly the type that'd push your wig farther than BC

Leave your brains all over the street

My heart's on my sleeve, put my seed in the Garden of Eden

And start a new species, please, you know my steez

How you got a team and you ain't got loyalty?

How is y'all the kings and you ain't got royalties?

I been around homicides since Marky D

Kool Rock Ski, you disorderlies, you know my steez

Children is dyin', women is cryin'

We under attack, fool

What a better time to be famous, black and impactful

Name somethin' better to come together as one to react to

Shit we still comin' back from a check your past like lumber jack suits

You play for the NFL, I just wanna ask you

If you don't kneel with Kaep, it's simple math

They cannot run it past you

Niggas innovate, people penetrate, exclaimate

Off our inner hate

We oblige, so they make the riches, we don't rise

They just keep us high

Product of slave privilege, cop Ferraris to race a nigga

I do any job you can pay, if I can make a livin'

Locker straight, a whole lotta pacin', just so I can make a decision

Keep a honorable spirit, with not a whole lot of faith to distribute

They took the scriptures away and replaced it after makin' they own racist revisions

They crazy, basically they create shit just to play shit to take away shit to rig it

I'm pretty sure they maker is livid

They racist, they bigots

What's Christian about that?

They fakeness is vivid, the paper is printed

They should wake up every day and pray to the nature of business

Fuck a Laker, I could never play for the Pistons at the expense of creatin' division

The Wraith is exquisite, I'm 'bout that paper but it's gon' prob'ly take me a minute

I much rather be a atheist chasin' my faith through a prison

Assumin' the information is real, then play for a racist with a racist agenda

I hate you niggas, bow figures

The misappropriation of wisdom got you slaves to your own alienism, to pay a few bills - house nigga

I rather get hit with a Patriot missile than to be out here with ya exhibiting patriotism

They say a broke' clock is right two times, but it's never accurate

Truth time, okay

If some of us don't have time, some of us have time

Some of us perform in the half time

Some of us boycottin' half time

Some of us standin' up

Some of us sittin' down

Reparations and never get back to us

They'll forever just laugh at us

I think I found a way for you niggas to face your truth

Go ahead and try to trace your roots, that shit is rather miraculous

Them niggas took away the message and mess with the message in it

Embellish it just to spin it, just to sell that shit back to us

Greed lyrics - Ransom & Royce Da 5'9"

Turn your back and they'll shove a knife in your ribs

A father raisin' a gun while his son is fightin' a bid

Ironic 'cause he ain't really have nothin' nicer to give

You live the life that you love

Then you'll love the life that you live

So what's the price if you did?

Love life but can't afford a club night

With champagne taste? Money is Bud Light

You tellin' me to be negative

That's your blood type?

It's hard to sleep in a bed you made when the bugs bite

I'm sleepwalkin'

I come outside when the streets darkеn

Try not to oblige when you hear greed talkin'

I'm Frank Whitе it's no plea bargain

King of my city

I'ma serve every damn fiend that I see walkin'

Don't be threatened I teach lessons

Don't call me king 'cause every king suffered a beheadin'

It's seven deadly sins better preach reverend

I sever limbs with this sweet weapon, you better keep steppin'

I'm taking off I'll see you all soon

What's a mogul without his money?

A soldier without his war wounds

I'm hieroglyphics in a lost tomb

These are the facts

If you're the richest in here

Then you're in the wrong room

Shuckin' and jivin' get you called coon (yeah)

We all goons you a cartoon

You play a shark? I can get you harpooned

I talk to 'em like Malcolm under a dark moon

Harsh tunes

You want the smoke? I got all fumes (yeah)

A sharp broom like what God use

In too deep no time to argue

When your skin is a dark hue

Little man got his heart bruised and I'm John Q

Had to breeze when them arms drew (yeah)

Known to squeeze like a mongoose alarm you

Indeed for this greed niggas harm you

Think it's time that you leave

Don't believe but I warned you it's on you (uh)

Invest our spendin' in cars and bikes

Collect our stimulus stars and stripes

We left our women with scars and gripes

In death I'll reminisce starvin' nights

Mama sent me to help out Minnie to borrow some rice

Them jail bars imminent, guards and fights

Them Ls authentic as Karl Kani

And they trendin' as Telfar Clemens and Charleston White (uh)

True anomaly deep a view as optometry

Numerology speakin' through this autonomy

While the leaders confused

Tell Thomas MacDonald we don't agree with his views

But we approve of his honesty

That Beretta too deadly left his head in shambles

Packin' federal weaponry shovelin' mega manholes

Rather eat in the culture, never even to short ya

Who celebrate when they see you ate with seven candles?

Bahamadia or Heather B?

Every queen should never have to question her pedigree

That's Kevin Samuels

Orisha Orula to a kemetic G

My queen, a better you is a better me, that's Tevin Campbell

Why the labels embellish it why they never cancel?

Propagate it to scalin' it while they sellin' scandal

While the reverend rambles

Noreaga probably a better commando

Schwarzenegger was Reagan's Rambo

Your blow stepped on less shown said known

Your connect in the Rolodex Gomez Jones

He with three of his groupies give him co-ed chrome

Leave him with these lil' Uzis, give him four headstones

Gold chain sneakers choose your battle in Juice WRLD

Where Juice WRLD shallow and Cobain's deeper

The dope game's ether cocaine beepers

Coltrane peaks the Mulsanne speakers

The bro can't reach us the woke can't either

Sleepin' with Soul Train divas we post sangria

I speak for my Keishas my no-name chicas

Our folks ain't teach us our dough can't free us

You thousandnaire at the register never popped a tag

Your concierge never helped you out with your shoppin' bag

You not a real goon fam you never got to pass

You not a real DOOM fan you never copped a mask

Been two-steppin' since Jay-Z was yellin' "Holla back"

Produced records for Shady but never got the plaque

What I will retort is highly enforced

Invite me to war smile in the court then buy me a Porsche

Hoes colder than Debbie Allen I'm mighty divorced

Those po'er than Edgar Allen who tried me before

Who likely a corpse

Who reppin' the culture

Where Megan's toes is of lesser importance than Kylie's divorce (Uh)

The psychology of a meth head

Titty-lickin' a Masi' like I'm tryna be breastfed

My biggest fear is bein' sick with a problem

My children ain't proud of me givin' an apology from my death bed

Greed'll turn a friend into an enemy

Turn a positive energy to a jealousy

You better be aware if you don't wanna pay the penalty

Don't play the game if you don't care about your legacy

You tellin' me "Check, check out my melody"

Can't be my dog if I ain't sure about your pedigree

Hope these words are stickin' to you like Velcro

Money can't buy you love but it buys you everything else though

Woah

Gub'ment Cheese lyrics - Dem Southernfolkz, Royce Da 5'9" & Dwayne Swayze

Yeah, uh, uh

Shout out to big Ben, yeah, yeah

Matter of fact shout out to the whole world

No south, east, and west, know what I'm talking 'bout baby? Yeah

That's how we get it down south baby

This is how we get it down south baby, uh, yeah, yeah

Look here, uh

Plant a seed and watch it grow

Give 'em knowledge in they mind I'ma sow, gotta teach the youth

Show 'em love, show 'em how to do it

Free they minds, show 'em how to use it, let's take it back

To the place where my folks stay at

Down south where my folks raised at, now we the southern folk

See the scars, see what we been through

Leave a legacy when we get through, just the beginning of

Something classic, something like air flights

That cheese, bread and water baby, that's our life

That cheese, bread and water y'all that feed like

Four, five hundred thousand, they'd be hungry for life, huh

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters (yeah)

Government cheese

To each his own, don't eat the bone

Spit 'em out, chew the meat

But ain't nothing over here for you to eat though

Boys in the game like Calico

Gotta have vision for my people

To eat though gotta get heat like Benito

Came back home, faith got strong

But hold up homes, shouldn't take that long

Chris locked up in the penitentiary

Nate locked up in the penitentiary

Man boys locked up in the penitentiary

I remember back from elementary

Hyde Park y'all hold it down

Folks wonder why I don't come around

But I came around to my senses

Shorty got a booty like forty inches

Who feeding that, my seed in that

And we keeping that, gotta hold it down

Twenty inch spinner go round and round

Keep it percolating and circulating man

I'ma come through and I'ma hurt the hater man

I'ma come through and I'ma hurt the hater man

I'ma come through and I'ma hurt the hater man

I'ma come through and I'ma hurt the hater

Government cheese, bread and water (uh-huh)

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters (I'm feeling this one man)

Government cheese (yeah), bread and water (uh-huh)

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese, bread and water (uh-huh)

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese (yeah), bread and water (5'9" baby)

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters (uh-huh)

Government cheese (yeah)

I do this for my babies

For little Royce and Aidy, I'm grateful the labels pay me

I'm hip-hop, I love you mama 'cause they raised me

And every day hip-hop keeps saying come and save me

It's crazy to think I'm the man coming to the fam

Thanksgiving with the turkey and the gravy

Remember when my mama used to heat a pot of water

On the stove just to bathe me, that woman was amazing

Who else can make a outfit outta paisley that daddy bought?

And make me think it's fly, daddy taught me bravery

Who else could take a lower wage for the sake of benefits

Just so his kids will be healthy even when they friends is sick

The things you take for granted when you're living carefree

Ain't taking nothing seriously, your family there is G

I miss being a kid, homie you know that

But never mind that 'cause Ryan ain't tryna go back to

Government cheese (uh-uh), bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese

Desert feeds worm, worm feeds falcon, and falcon feeds man

Could someone tell me if this is God's plan? Good question

These lessons passed down by those that came before us

I spent twenty-four hours living out the words in the chorus

It's like the poorer we are the harder we starve

Instead of strive baby steps to crawl towards the bright light

At the end of the tunnel if we reach it it means that it's the

End of a struggle, born with a natural hustle

Houston, Texas created its own breed of thug

Quarter mil in the bank homie, ain't filed taxes once

We go against the grain, for years overlooked

By the industry's disdained, but still Dwayne

Knows that my origins stained 'cause of those that came before me

Lyrically matched, only a few could outperform me

Took what I was given, watched it multiply before me

That's exactly what created Mr. Dwayne Swayze's story

Nothing is something, guts to glory, phoenix rising

Mine rock to a diamond, for by grace or ye

Saved through faith, henceforth I gotta get it

By any means it takes and pray I get to the gates, yeah

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese, bread and water

Gotta do whatever feed my sons and my daughters

Government cheese

I'm Good lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

I'd like to thank my moms

I'd like to thank my god as I

Stand at this podium in my mind

Hold the applause, it's my mental award

Individuality is a must to be second to none

Equal is a plus if you could be here with me

If nothing, we can discuss but me winning

Cause I been MVP of this league

Of my dreams from the beginning, let's go

My life is marvelous

My mental overhead is high

If you die then you double-crossed me

You lost you a part of it

I lost my favorite art to the same as my sign

They told me to hang in there

So I've been sittin' inside of this frame

In the hall of fame in my mind

And it's only me and pain in there

I just move the pawn

I read the Bible, never knew the Psalms

You countin' moolah with your thumb

Understand if money's the root of evil is the rule of thumb

That Patrón came and won, look what you've become

I just move the bishop

He who recognizes his own problems

Is he who finally truly gets it

The wise words motivating its own recession

Get you a shovel

Dig your way to hell and buy back what you sold to Satan, shit

I'm somebody somebody would prolly switch places with

Everybody dreams, not everybody gets to chase the shit

After a couple million records in

I'm not JAY-Z standing next to the president

I'm not balling like Mike Jordan

All I know is, I'm 'bout to be greater than I ever been

So I'm good

I'd like to thank my fake friends, how real is that?

No holdin' applause for y'all, hope you get the clap

I'm still chasing my dream nigga, how real is that?

I know what making it means nigga, how real is that?

So I'm good

Through all the chaos and chasing my dreams

Ladies and G's, I found time to make babies

Babies who think that I'm great

Now I can teach 'em to strive to be greater than me

And to me, that's what making it means, yo

Haters can rest in peace

Fuck this record business and they label discrepancies

Fuck all this shit out here that could be the death of me

Fuck these award shows, I made my own acceptance speech

I'd like to nominate myself

For not letting this business drag me away from my family

Grammys, parties, man these, memories is heavy

Today's artists they different, they into shit like

Xannies, mani-pedis

No disrespect to the younger rappers

I don't want y'all to misinterpret nothing, it's cool

I don't want y'all to think I actually take time out of my day

To think about or give a fuck what you do

Man, I don't give a fuck what you do

I'm too busy staying away from them temptations and things

Plus I just bought a place and it's clean

My son is in the basement hitting on one of them drum machines

And I'ma help him make it, see that's what making it

Means

After a couple million records in

I'm not JAY-Z standing next to the president

I'm not balling like Mike Jordan

All I know is, I'm 'bout to be greater than I ever been

So I'm good

I'd like to thank my fake friends, how real is that?

No holdin' applause for y'all, hope you get the clap

I'm still chasing my dream nigga, how real is that?

I know what making it means nigga, how real is that?

So I'm good

Through all the chaos and chasing my dreams

Ladies and G's, I found time to make babies

Babies who think that I'm great

Now I can teach 'em to strive to be greater than me

And to me, that's what making it means

Made lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

I was made

I was made

I was made

I was made to be zoned out

I was made to get on top

I was made to come outshine

I was made to be on time

I was made

When it ain't nothing but a thang to a real nigga

And that's real talk

Real talk ain't something I be tryna do, I just talk and it's just real

Goddamn, seem like God be doing me favors every year

Every year, seems like another nigga plays himself

And take himself out of my circle

With his own shit that don't match what I be on

Grown men shouldn't have to lie

You niggas putting everything on everything

I was born to get my Isley on

To be alone at the top, you niggas born for the mezzanine

It ain't nothing for a corny nigga to get on

And spread corny nigga syndrome, it's sickening

It's going around with the quickness

Like a Hollywood wedding ring

These bitches in this business belong to the business

They always gon' be looking for bigger and better things

So I just sit back, zone and watch shit

Everything I do in my day, I do on my own recognizance

And everything I got, I own

It's probably a little hard for you to process, 'cause you shoplift

Wonder why you a target cause a target

Putting a twelve pair of socks down in your crock

Your child with you watching, look what you done started

And I was made to tell bitches, "Get out"

Not only do you gotta get out

Your contact gotta be out my phone

You won't try to get me out my zone

I was made to be zoned out

I was made to get on top

I was made to come outshine

I was made to be on time

You was made to be stressed out

You was made to feel left out

You was made to be a letdown

If it wasn't for suckas, if it wasn't for suckas

If it wasn't for suckas, I wouldn't look so real (Woo!)

Ain't nothing for a fake nigga to look real

Because he be's with his squad

Really, you only looking real to the other fakes

To me, you looking like peas in a pod

It ain't nothing for a couple of real niggas

To come through there and just bust everybody head

Real niggas don't gossip, we zone out

And say what we wanna say, we don't care how you hear

God made man, woman and child in the eyes of His beloved

Likeness is like this

A lot of people are real and this is why He made suckas

Now, just imagine living inside of a world

Where the whole society's ass backwards

But everybody is solid and all that you have accomplished

In your life and nobody gets mad at it

All I know is that I continue to be eyes for suckas

Been around me since school

I don't want 'em around me but I do want 'em around

'Cause see, I need the fuel

People don't have a need for the paper boy

When they reading the news but that don't mean he ain't on his route

There's a certain velour to being the son of a addict

I was born zoning out

I was made to be zoned out

I was made to get on top

I was made to come outshine

I was made to be on time

I was made

You know what? I wanna thank you, sucka

Without you, there is no me

So in return, I won't spank you, sucka

I came up with a laugh for all of your nonsense

But it's more like a saying, sucka

Next time you come around a nigga playing, sucka

I'm gonna "sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka"

It's kinda like the Popeye laugh, I pray to God that my kind last

All you niggas sitting in front of your computer hating

I got more Ws than your dotcom has

Nigga, I'm not mad, I'm so happy, I'm avant garde

My wife taste like water, she got agua ass

It's double doors on the crib and I'm pretty sure

I just did the Cha Cha Slide right by the oblong glass

Sucka, sucka, sucka-sucka-sucka

Only people in this world I need is my father, brother, brother

Fuck around with anyone of them, I'll come and slug ya

And I ain't talking like Babe Ruth

I ain't swinging nothing, nigga, I'ma turn your block to Beirut

My mama told be "Just be strong"

So I'm ignoring niggas, fuck outta here, sucka, let me zone

I was made to be zoned out

I was made to get on top

I was made to come outshine

I was made to be on time

You was made to be stressed out

You was made to feel left out

You was made to be a letdown

If it wasn't for suckas, if it wasn't for suckas

If it wasn't for suckas, I wouldn't look so real (Woo!)

I was made

I was made

If it wasn't for suckas, if it wasn't for suckas

If it wasn't for suckas, I wouldn't look so real (Woo!)

No Coming Back From That lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Nigga I will rap a circle 'round, a circle 'round you

I navigate with wizardry throughout the Earth around you

Shout-out to Drake, no bitch could be the "Best I Ever Had"

My candy cane dick and mint balls

But she ain't suckin' if her breath is bad!

Sufferin' Succotash right now I'm bubbling, fuck a past

Google me, hoochie groupie, watch what I come up as

I'm the man in this bitch, so by demand in this bitch

Now, bitches want my attention like the Canibus diss

You ain't got no mechanical mandible quit handling dick

We liked you before the army, now we ain't a fan of your shit

You know my MAC pop, Detroit is my backdrop

Now, shut your ass up and go have some sex with your laptop

Ha, you too nerdy I'm too scurvy, one gun pointed at your head

My silhouette lookin' like two-thirty

The only thing in this life I can't fight is violence

Bar Exam 3 dropping same night the fight is

You sleeping, I'll take a knife and aim right for your eyelids

(Slaughterhouse!) Right, I got an insane cypher

And if you step in my lane, claiming you way nicer

I'ma be wiping your brains off of my Range wipers

I will handle you, the .357 gon' handled, dude

The barrel stick out longer than the handle do

I'll shoot you, your crew, and the cops riding with you

I got issues, they call me "Shots Fired" Nickel

Equivalent to the psychical lock by a pitbull

To whip me is impossible

Rock a pinnacle, drinking the opposite of subliminal thinking

Compared to y'all, I'm a don, a criminal kingpin

I see why these niggas wanna run

When I invite them to the loneliest place in the world one-on-one

And tell your mama I'm a baller

Matter fact, tell your mama I'ma call her

Hurricane flowing like water, I'm grounded like Katrina

I sound like I fell in all New Orleans

Allow me to go Dionne Warwick (Warwick!)

And make a prediction for the future drama, I'm for it

You just melodic artists

I bring all of my private parts to your private party

And stick 'em inside your daughter

Psychotic aura, the hat on my head is not a fedora

The reason why your wifey's bottom is sorer

Benzino the hardest nigga? You know don't know him for hammers

You know him for talking shit with Norey behind the cameras

I blam at you I damage you

Wait—did I just say "blam at you and damage you?"

Fuck it! These niggas amateurs

I handle toasters, I'm feeling like my Grammy closer

And your bitch can feel a "ping" like Emani Poster

Walkin' around with handheld ovens that ring

Or change your color like Sammy Sosa

I'm sicker, man, who grosser?

I spit it from the stomach with a ulcer

And if you want it, you can come in closer

And experience the taste of a knuckle sandwich

Waste your father, waste your mother, fuck your parents

Play with me, you know you playing on All-Madden

You all that until your potato get au gratin

You all phony, Tony Montana

'Til I stick you in the dirt and call you Earth-tone like fall fashion

Haha! Pardon, I had to laugh at that one

Usually I laugh at rappers

Wrap both of my hands around they Adam's Apples and squeeze

Until they see the light inside the tabernacle

No coming back from that one!

You know Royce gon' kill y'all niggas, right?

Ha! That nigga's crazy!

Plug lyrics - Minus & Royce Da 5'9"

Yeah

Minus in the place to be

Grinding in the trenches, cooking in the kitchen

Sweating, washing dishes, I was struggling for a living

Had a grand hustle vision, hindsight that's a bitching

She don't say a fucking word unless I give her ass permission

I can tell you what it is but you'll probably think it isn't

Had an open mind folded, shit it ain't a competition

If it was, can't a motherfucker touch what I been pitching

I'm the plug, motherfucker

Good God almighty, I done put shit in my body

That was toxic, kamikaze got me riding

Like I'm looking for a death wish, breathlessness, a zombie

I be on your neck, bitch, I'm a threat, tú no sabes mi problemas

Got these vendettas, they done copied everything

From the flow to the bio in the lobby of my website

At the headlight, they be knocking with a lead pipe

Till they dead like they ain't walking, go to bed like red light

Sleeping at the wheel, they ain't fucking with me still

[?] feels like some headlights

I can see these dirty motherfuckers making deals

On the back of hard work that I would build, I was there like

I could recognize what it is, it ain't hard to really tell who's a snake

And I'm reminded by the smell right (yeah)

I was really in the field putting [?]

[?] these motherfuckers knowing I was damn right

Dropping on these bitches like Geronimo

Tenfold listeners, I gotta go

Tell me it's improbable but I ain't got a problem with it

As long as I got a percentage, believe me I know that it's possible, uh

I been talking shit on the back nine

Knowing I'ma sleep the opposition like it's nap time

They don't like me as a competition for the fact I

Put them in the coffin, it was awkward, I was that guy

Grinding in the trenches, cooking in the kitchen

Sweating, washing dishes, I was struggling for a living

Had a grand hustle vision, hindsight that's a bitching

She don't say a fucking word unless I give her ass permission

I can tell you what it is but you'll probably think it isn't

Had an open mind folded, shit it ain't a competition

If it was, can't a motherfucker touch what I been pitching

I'm the plug, motherfucker, give it up, take a listen, ah

Grinding in the trenches, sitting with my henchmen

It's not a intervention, it's [?]

You niggas all playing, this shit is all planned

Switching blog brands, division broadband

I don't do the hurting, see my own blood run out

I just do the verses till my bone thugs come out

Neck to neck on records with Shady, Royce is nice

You neck to neck with necklaces made of moist and ice

No-fly zone, nigga don't play yourself

Or you and your guys going home on conveyor belt

Get a barcode for the ants in the rat race

Trading y'all souls for advances in cachet

All men wanna stand on ten toes

[?] folk ain't your kinfolk

Everybody ain't praying for the info

Everybody ain't playing with the insults

It's my time, niggas better tell these cowards

White light nigga, these the petty hours

Side eye niggas out to Eddie Bauer

Looking like Freddie Gibbs on a set of power

I took a few hits, took a nigga missus

You went and took a shit looking in her mentions

Getting riches, took it with a tipping

Point is, my point is I'm cooking in the kitchen

Grinding in the trenches, cooking in the kitchen

Sweating, washing dishes, I was struggling for a living

Had a grand hustle vision, hindsight that's a bitching

She don't say a fucking word unless I give her ass permission

I can tell you what it is but you'll probably think it isn't

Had an open mind folded, shit it ain't a competition

If it was, can't a motherfucker touch what I been pitching

I'm the plug, motherfucker, give it up, take a listen, ah

Right Hand Man lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Black Thought)

Please be advised, that glory be to God

Spoiler alert: at the end of the story, we survive

Thinkin' about how lucky we ought to be alive

My day-one right hand was like a cyanide

Feelin' too thinner when I'm anorexic

Up against the blessin', better strategize my exit

My weapon's drawn with a right or left, I'm ambidextrous

I am infectious, I'm what history's corrected

Inside the eyes of a beast that lies in the shadow

Who lives in a revolution and dies in a battle

For name and fortune, through the blood, sweat, and torture

In front of a smokin' gun, the slug that's an orphan

A box they brought to me for my son, that's a coffin

I would've taken his place, but lost him, look what it cost him

We pledge allegiance to the nether regions

My right hand man break bones when gettin' even

For honor, country and state, there's not a better reason

To wake up, feelin' as if I've been tried for treason

My whole life had been a battle in it of itself

My story feelin' like it belong to someone else

I hope for a sort of separate the fact from the folklore

The constitution's a record I ghostwrote for

Stripes and stars I pay the gross quote for

That old broke blood-soaked flag that spoke for the victories

Fit the steez of a young canon who could click and squeeze

My iniquity is thick as thieves

With civil liberties gettin' fricassee

Am I willin' to die for it? Yes, indeed

So take ten paces and spin around

Plantation, put in the ground, put 'em in the ground

Stash the right-hand man, look around

Tried to take a stand but it took him down

My last right-hand man turned to snake in the end

He fooled me once but you know how them haters pretend

My left hand switched, it tried to switch back and make it amends

But gettin' rich after's the greatest revenge

We are soldiers of fortune, lyrical Odins

Swimmin' with the sharks and orcas, deliverin' tortures

Poem send you walkin' to the holy gates, another life I'm gon' erase

If you don't cut it like a butterknife, look, we ain't brothers, not no relation

In a world where you gotta watch both hands

Like tryna tell time on a flooded iced Rollie facin'

Your watch is a square like your wrist is a different shape

I demonstrate 'cause you let niggas slide, they quick to figure skate

Silence is golden while I'm rollin' by

I spit it like I dipped the entire alphabet in gold and stole a golden eye

I visualize pyramids, then let my intellect build it

The truth is dead, nigga, the internet killed it

I got the power shiftin' in the next building, watchin' the World Trade

While my vinyl drop in the tower just to get third paid

It's 9/11 when I rhyme a record

I may just record a bunch of somethin', outrageous

I was fuckin' drunk when I made it, so I may just

Call it what I wanna call it like it's Kanye's shit

They call me Origami lured with the Glock, I tie your soul in a knot

Then after this, I'm out on tour in a mosh

They say the money can't buy happiness

Well I'd have to just assume that you niggas don't know where the shot

My cannon know when to pop, I'm drinkin' Henny' in my sleep

It's every man for himself, it can get stingy in these streets

If we ain't careful, watch your right-hand man, look around

While you was biggin' him up, the nigga took you down

Watch who you givin' your trust, an inch to a mile

Put 'em in the ground, put 'em in the ground, put 'em in the ground

Please be advised, glory be to God

Spoiler alert: at the end of the story, we survive

Thinkin' about how lucky we ought to be alive

My day-one right hand was like a cyanide

Down to catch a three to five over its peace of mind

And guilt and foolish pride, but he had a ghoulish side

He staged revolutionary suicide

He load the black thoughts into his nickel .9

He had a state of mind that was too combined

He laid the evolution for the youth to ride

The definition of a coup d'etat

This is the definition of a true demise

This is murderin' cold blood in front of Koolie Ha

Now they kissin' my coke cheek, like I'm Cochise

This a mixture of art like Muay-Thai

Silence Of The Lambda lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Let the beat play, Broady

Uh, solidarity like that muscle we refuse to flex

That synergy that these niggas just refuse to tap into

In our disparity, match our hustle, we exude success

Attack us mentally, that's that energy kings get trapped into

Therefore I'm done promoting the dumb shit

I'll put a hole in your son while he's holding your Sun Chips

While you're over there with a chip on your shoulder

Like you Hova or some shit

Your flow is redundant, I'll separate your body from soul

Now your body is cold, spiraling out of control

Now you're over there, body odor is pungent

For coming out of your body over assumptions

Look at all this passive aggressive pussying

All the past neglectful positions these pussies put me in

We them cool niggas bringin' food, liquor and fullies In

They do all the yelling and accuse Nickel of bullying

Cruelty to MCs Is intellectual vibrato

Run up full speed, hit niggas with the message like Wallo

I bleed mint leaf

I grieve mentally in sync with Ne-Yo and Stevie's sensory

I squeeze until the Eagle's completely empty

I'm 3 Dimen-try, now feed me MCs, I'm greed and envy

Carlito, watch me go repo y'all sweetie's Bentley

I skid mark through these thoughts with a narc's commit larceny

I live hardly, to incarcerate me is to kill softly

Either/or, it's me or it's Bill Cosby

They tryna kill a Lord online premature as Biz Markie

Can't expect you to like me more than you love rap beefin'

You respect white people more than you love black people

Shit, I let you waste where the apes ate

I SMH, I let you nay-say, y'all legends ain't safe

I desecrate Flex, I decorate Sway

I estimate a hundred left, I let the Kay slay

I don't carry suitcases on big runs to malls deep

I don't carry big guns to a small beef

I don't really care what Mickey Factz has to say, add Lupe

That's touche, I don't care for big gums and small teeth

You know the gold all froze if I'ma purchase bling

Just so you know, not a soul walkin' the Earth this mean

Bow before the king, kiss the "GOAT" all-purpose ring

While the God poses like a Bow/Soulja "Verzuz" meme

Y'all with all the jokes, laugh hard but y'all ridiculous

I'm with all the smoke, Matt Barnes, Sha'Carri Richardson

Proving rap pays through the Wraith's cache

I'm the dude they threw the case at like 8-track tapes

Blew eight stacks at Peter Luger's 'til it's your faith at stake

Who waves at the Louis haters through the new Maybach drapes

We gon' do this for Kanye, if you can relate, that's Drake

We come shootin' for Conway, Ruger your face back straight

A hundred and seventy on the dash

All the felonies and the demonic acts

With devils like Vlad always selling me all of the trauma back

I speak to cabarets as a deviation Of drama

Pastors in wave caps as a recreation of honor

Glad to appreciate black abbreviations of genres

Battle me A$AP, that's for PDA with Rihanna

These male betas with crying attitudes, I ain't mad at you

My kind of fabric is well tailored to a Byron Allen suit

You are, you are a superstar, a superstar

But usually, I'm choosing peace of Heaven or Taxstone

From using celery ranch to moving into a new elegant ranch home

A true MC, y'all doing them regular degular dance songs

You losin' your teeth, moving like using Kevin Durant comb

We sheddin' light whenever the mic and drums get blacked on

The bed of knives, the never polite and young relaxed on

Here comes the Thundercats song, karate beef, Miyagi

Keep it completely boxer brief, don't da-dun da-dun get waxed on

And that's the Ritz

I'm staying tonight for writing the scripts that last long

I like my crackers dead and white just like them shits that Shaq own

Call me Big Cialis, if she stalk then switch my address

Give Viagra dick diagonal, lick her walls and it's Niagara

This androgynous fly actress I'm involved with is my Astra

Lick my ass, and if y'all askin' if I'm gaspin', it's my asthma

Y'all listenin' to the master whose been talking to the masses

Whose been listening to thy master through this targeted diaspora

Y'all get awards to get in wars, I spit water dilution

I'm ballin', I hit record, I'm gettin' courted by Lucian

The Lord abuses the blacker culture with actors like Rapaport

Rap your chorus, distract you boys just to lower the nooses

The more important the news is, more distorted the views is

Vax all, they employ Lou to exploit the movement

To know it's cops killing Blacks, God is a mortal nuisance

Hole in your top, that's the last straw like quarter juices

The more exclusive, Dior or Gucci? Imported boosters

It's still more juvies and 42s that the court accuses

I wish Nick Cannon the testicular fortitude

To forty new stepchildren to inject him with the cure to lupus

Pain ain't even frequent, just evil teasing the godly

It ain't even inside me, it's just weakness leaving the body

I flipped my heritage, redefined it to die in jail

Buy and sell for my clientele but without the Mayans' help

Ryan, big alliances, clique of lions that's eyein' elk

Built the giant pyramids in alignment with Orion's Belt

Well you ain't gotta lie you a hostile guy

Like you about to ride with new entourage but you not too wise

You been ostracized, you used to rock with Nas

You was hot, July, but look at you now, you just Afu-Ra

Loaded Lux said if we battle then he gon' sit with Lu'

I told him, "You're dead if we battled, now who gon' sit with you?"

I'm the great MC, all the ladies see, y'all the latency

In HD and 1080p and this shit for publicity

You and Mick couldn't mix your written

And spit good as a pic of me

Stop it or sit with the Doc or quit with the hickory dickory

This Oscar de la Renta cloth is on a Kunta Kinte

Tutor for the school of pen play, offering a fool the template

It's hard to differentiate O-Dog or who Larenz Tate

Judas From Ingrate, who the students from who the sensei

The car, the mascot far as moving packs on a back block

Nobody argue with Shaq while rooting Dikembe

Take your momma out on a date at the Barclay's

Like I'm Drake on the parquet, call the Uber soon as the rent paid

When it's the last shot with a second left

The second bests-es and RJs need to get used to moving with MJ

Everybody Bron'in' or Allen Iverson cornrows

Heavy grindin' on every island out of the Congos

I have not encountered violent exchange through a convo

So I don't holler, I do the bodies, Janes and John Does

We can kick it, be specific or meet with my Timberland sole

Y'all timid and bold, y'all feminine trolls pretending it's smoke

Got bitches sniffin' Armenian blow, I'm Benny, I'm Kenny and Cole

I'm Bimmy and Po, I'll hit my enemy and chalk any opposed

If Umi said you really the GOAT, who tryna hit 'em the mos'?

I'm hollering that we outside like my nigga King Los

I hardly heart, you be outside unless y'all be whispering low

"We back outside", quit lying, ho, you sound like Remy and Joe

No, watch the reactions of your kids

Masculinity ain't what's toxic, the absence of it is

I'm Jill Scott playin' Gil Scott Heron

With Preem, H.E.R. and D'Angelo, queen serving me cantaloupe

Hammock low, swerve Lambs on Atlanta roads

Earl "Animal" Manigault, furs lamb or the nana goat

The pearl handle where ammo go

Answer war with your girl, nana or aunt'll go

Cancel cultures annual, Santa Po is the anecdote

Cancer don't take for granted no family though

The streets won't hand us no manual so we go Hansel Emmanuel

You forgot the dude who about the Chi whose was locked inside

Without him, you'd be dead, probably dread standing beside you

Fed salmon and lied to, while the red camera disguise you

You violent but where was that for the Craig Kallmans and Kaisers?

Nine minute style about me, I had to make fun of bro

I got plently problems, my nigga, rappin' ain't one of those

Rappin' ain't one of those...

What A Time lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Courtney Bell & Liz Rodriguez)

Brrah

We don't wanna live by the rules

Sound the hunting, I ain't no good for you

My phone made me buy big money

Tryna wash my mind

Put a time, put a time

(Yeah, yeah, body)

Put a time, put a time

Distracted in every facet

Bread from a casket, I won't shuck and jive for no master

Boy, I owe my masters

How you feedin' poison to the masses?

Liquor stores and fast food, we dine over fashion

This ain't no American dream, gave us American pie

I sliced it up for the team, they hate when you make it out

And you look just like me, a black messiah

Clip your wings when you sayin' here to lead, look

How you make me follow law when I'm not human?

Three-fifths of a man is what you wrote in constitutions, look

In the words of Hampton, I'm the revolution

No CO or TELCO can stop this movement

Forcing needles on us, Takiki experiment, recon on us

It's gon' be alive long as I'm speaking on it

Since we teaching on it, I'm a radical, I stand for the people

Can't no amount of money make me deceive them, oh yeah

We don't wanna live by the rules

Sound the hunting, I ain't no good for you

My phone made me buy big money

Tryna wash my mind

For the time, for the time, for the time

I'm the last real rapper since Curtis Jackson, perhaps 'cause y'all done killed them all

Dillers even mixed Mac Miller pack with the fentanyl

Your body is my wonderland

Me and my lady vibin' and Ed Sheeran, floggin' them damn Karens

Me and Courtney, we called us the Gifted Gab

Union And Roly Diamonds too cloudy to be this transparent

That street sweeper get the light and then pray you the janitor

That speech flippin' with enlightenin' fatal pentameter

I keep livin' to give life to your fable for amateurs

I robbed a dealer at the roulette table for gamblers

I leave dick in your mother

Mary, you may wanna come clean

You may end up related to J. Rule The Damager

I put the journey in gurneys like the return of Isley

Lies and sermons and ivies internalize me

Burnin' rivalries, God's return from my urn of ivory

Lighty and Hermes from the Turner Diary

I got headless rappers buried at my address

I got Virgil ashes gettin' married on my lap desk

Depression is refreshing, accept it as my sadness

Happiness is a blessing, a method to my madness

We don't wanna live by the rules

Sound the hunting, I ain't no good for you

My phone made me buy big money

Tryna wash my mind

All the time, all the time, all the time

"Book Of Ryan" (2018)

Intro lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

I woke up this morning
And decided there's no such thing as me being in my prime
You go ahead and be in yours
I can always improve
I woke up this morning
And decided to always believe in myself
When you an addict it's easy for a motherfucker to just bring you down
You gotta rise above that shit
I woke up this morning
Distraction-free, no naggin'-ass bitches, no beggin'-ass niggas
I wanna go nowhere with you
I wanna drink a fuckin' lean, I'm a grown-ass man
I woke up this morning and decided I don't expect for you to understand my shit
If you're not hip-hop
I woke up this morning
With a clear conscience and a clear mind
I slept well last night
And now that I think about it
Man, I'm just thankful to God that I even woke up this morning
With all the shit that I've been through in my life I'm just thankful to God that I even woke up this morning
Lord, thank you for waking me up this morning

Woke lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Oh yes
This one's for those of you just ain't woke yet, ho-tep
You rich but you broke nigga just don't know yet, ho-tep
These rappers ain't woke yet, security back 'em, ho-tep
Ho-tep, come to Detroit with that, oh yes, that's a toe-tag
Mine as well have Mayweather back ya at a black's match-up, protest
That's that write-a-check-you-can't-cash, I might have to collect
That's that yo ass is bleeding, that's that kotex
I massacre your whole rap allegiance, oh yes
This one's for for little bro who big bro ain't come back from the store yet
Ho-tep, I'm here for blessings sent my direction, no less
This one's for those who don't know they pops not invincible yet
Trick bitches hoes that don't know just how nasty they are
They out here wearing the same tongue ring they ain't change from ten dicks ago yet
Hopefully that scope on that AR don't take my focus to places where I put fakers in comas longer than daytime soapas
Any calendar day I'll Halloween like late October
I'll bury these niggas up under the Devil's playground, playtime's over
Your bitch fine, dawg, I can't deny it
She tryna be my wife on the side, I ain't invited
I just step over the ring and hit the bitch like Andre the Giant
Papa used to beat on me often for not being perfect
THOTs used to call me tar baby, cops taught that I'd be worthless
Mama gave birth to only one dark child like Rodney Jerkins
That taught me to focus on what's inside y'all and not the surface

My Parallel (Skit) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

The Book of Ryan
The untold tale of scandal
All my bars of madness
That are inspired by my childhood, scars and sadness
Every black man must fend for himself
Where we value physical much more than we do our mental health
And what the fuck you know about coming back from hitting rock bottom in life
Nigga all I want is a good home, and a wife
And some children, and some food to feed 'em every night
Where's my parallel to that?
Nigga, where's my parallel to that?
Where's my parallel, to that?

Caterpillar lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Eminem & King Green)

[Gil Scott-Heron:]
You will not be able to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised

[King Green:]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one

[Royce Da 5'9:]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin', ah

I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you rate me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring etiquette to these patterns, and here's my battle cry

Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin', ah

[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Here take your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch

[Royce Da 5'9:]
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do
Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional
You always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar

[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Now you think that you number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch

[Eminem:]
You looking at her tell her
The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies
My offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the crop
([Royce Da 5'9:] Wait a minute)
Hold up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather
I have to rehatch on ya
Come back as black wasp
Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it
Dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
It's a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites
You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle
But even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number twos 'cause that's all I dos with 'em
Poop is my suit and I'm
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon and I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you

God Speed lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Ashley Sorrell)

(Ryan
Never would have made it, made it out
It's god speed
It's god...
It's god speed
It's god...)

Uh, this is just how I zone when Porter spaz, I was born at a quarter past
I was the color purple, Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royale bag
Now I'm the hottest nigga that you know with the coldest intentions
Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil
The Lord is my shepherd, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher
The industry said I had to be an alcoholic
Who be havin' threesomes, be doin' acid and havin' seizures
Wish I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers
All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with features
I don't relate to common folk, they focus on the comments, so
I'm gonna roll a Testarossa down the coast of Monaco
Lo and behold, your honorable
Niggas is sheep, niggas is sleep, 'bout as woke as a dinosaur
My connect'll give you a whole kilo of coke so he can go Geronimo
He should receive a trophy for bein' the holy Jesus of flows, he the G.O.A.T
Baaah, that should be my, taaaag
I'm from the streets where the odds are not even
Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery, schemin'
Allah and Jesus, it's hard to believe I'm a product of Eve in the garden of Eden, speakin', how targeted we been?
Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in her DMs, shark in the deep end
Put the paws on you, I soften your defense
Hit your pause button, halt your critiquin'
Talk is cheap, the more you niggas talk it, it cheapens
And all I see is prayer 'round the streets today
I'm about a freak away from havin' Issa Rae eatin' out LisaRaye
Any artist out that you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his ass
Better bring his A, let his single play
We don't care what you sing, hit you in the face with the butt of the gun
You leak and get your street cred and a few streams
Pop go the weasel, nigga, Fiva Nina, I'm the illest
You got pop culture fever, nigga
All I know is Big and Pac quotes, pop toast and squeezin' triggers, speedin' tickets
Now I'm pullin' cops over, give them niggas season tickets
Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the missus
She turned me to a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin
I told myself when I was 14 that she the one
Now a nigga probably got more seeds than Peter Gunz
Now I go out to get my groceries in two-seaters
Used to roll the old school, four speakers and two tweeters
Ridin' with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels
Ryan writes heaters
Y'all niggas is cut like one them "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" wife-beaters
Me? I'm just all shoulder straps and muscle
If you a hater, let's do it, I whip you now and then whip on your boy later
Them whippins'll go around like a tornado
I get rid of more yayo, I don't do Rodeo
Or ales, I do the Floyd May-o's
So many men shopping the women's section, it ain't no ladies left These niggas crazy? Yes
They playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep
I'm what you get when Freeway Rick and Cocaine 80's met
Bringin' bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef
Broadcastin' "Ether" in HD at God speed

Dumb lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Boogie)

We don't wanna do anything to scare your children
That's the last thing we wanna do
Dumb, Dumb

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm no longer a prospect
I'm what you call a veteran
A legend man, I'm a prophet (huh)
You're not no artist, you're what I call a concept
Made to inspire gossip
Like Shade Room or Bossip
Welcome to the Grammy's where your likeness is used
For promos, hypeness and views
Ok, I hope that you know it
That if you voted, you might as well not voted for no one
They knew when they made that category
Where that trophy was goin'
All this industry shit is (Dumb)
There ain't no middle class
Raise yo glass
Here's the classism
Either you a rich ass nigga or you's a bum
There ain't no in between
Sinners sell their souls, angels sell their halos and they wings
I had dreams of fuckin' the R&B chick
Then I found out that R&B chick already had a dick
Already slept with your favorite rapper, aren't we sick
You start as a artist and turn to alcoholic and quit
This shit is (dumb)
Man I wish I would let a nerd who work at Interscope in a coat by Kenneth Cole
Consult me about my image bro
I'm the best rapper out this bitch
Except, the only catch is that I'm in this hoe

[Boogie:]
Oh, (dumb), they so dumb (so dumb)
And nothing that they do is so, they so dumb
(So dumb, yeah yeah yeah)
Oh, (dumb), they so dumb (so dumb, so dumb)
Think they foolin' me or you, they so dumb
(They so dumb, so dumb)

So dumb, so dumb, so dumb
Let's bring the projects back
You see them fake woke niggas that had ta come to that
Mm, I love promoting, elevation and a space that
All my brothers at
And why I lying, I be turned up to these mumble raps
Watch who you coming at don't be (dumb)
Swag confusion started ducking at (ah)
This Metro Boomin mixed with Thunder Clap (uh)
That's where my niggas gain muscle at (uh)
Somebody eating of your plate
How you gon' stomach that
Cause of that all my niggas is (dumb)
How we get this here?
I turn basic into intricate
I kill you with my simple shit
No tweeting when we kicking it
Don't tell me what u finna get
Silly you could drown without a membership
Watch who you swimming with
It's ten of us riding up on the city bus
Sittin' here tryin' live for the scripture like it's Leviticus
Tackling reality, praying that it don't Injure us
I love my niggas but its really us
When we gon' notice that we so

Yeah, look at what you've done
Messin' with my faith, yes
You must think that I'm so dumb, oh
I won't be the one, no
Bullets from your tongue
Shooting round my way
Tryna kill me now for fun, no
I won't be the one
Look at what you've done
Messin' with my faith, yes
You must think that I'm so dumb, no
I won't be the one
Bullets from your tongue
Shooting round my way
Tryna kill me off for fun, no
I won't be the one (dumb)

Who Are You (Skit) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Man, I had a dream that my father told me
"Let's play a game, look me in my eyes
And just make sure you don't blink
You can ask me anything you want
But remember, don't blink"
I said, "Shit"
I got all courage in the world to start asking shit
That I never had the courage to ask before
Like, "What's wrong with me?"
Like, "Okay, I'm born an addict, do you think that you doing drugs had more than an adverse effect on me?"
"Do you think if you didn't do drugs did maybe I somehow would have came out better? Would I had done better?
I got one
I was always seeking your approval as a, as a child
You made me feel like I could never do shit right
I always wanted to know, like, through everything that I've been through in the game, do I make you proud?
Like, are you proud of me? Finally?"
And then I was about to ask him about the abuse with my mom and, like, I fuckin' blinked
As soon as I blinked (I wanna know if it's okay if)
I'm looking at my son in, like, in the face (Kinda ask some questions)
The objective of the paper is to go in depths about
The figure in our lives that we find inspiring
The one we look up to
I wanted to do mines about you
I remember the title I had for it and
I was, I was thinking of calling it, The Book of Ryan
I was kinda sitting and trying to get in the first paragraph
And I started to realize how difficult it is to write
How can I write the paper of my father when I don't know who he is?
So I guess the first question is, "Who are you?"

Cocaine lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

So low
Door is closed
Trust is broke
Words got choked
In my throat
Can't let go
Of my high hopes
My high hopes...
My high hopes...
(Say what?...)

Papa came home from another day of hard
Work and handed me his key, told me "Go look in the car"
So I went out there to look for what he asked me to get
I was checkin' all the seats but the only thing I saw
Was a bag of cocaine (say what?)
Uh, papa was too silent, he ain't never tell a lie
I went in to tell him 'bout it, he said "Oh, that must be Guy
He worked with me at the job", I said "Oh" and walked away
He said "Oh, before you go, make sure you don't tell your ma'
'Bout the, cocaine" (say what?)
Uh, me and little homie, we was walkin' to the store
It was right there on the corner and we seen a guy that's homeless
He was wrapped up in a blanket, he was lookin' really cold
Then he asked us for some change and he asked us if we know
Who had the, cocaine (say what?) cocaine
I'm losin' my mind, trying to figure out
How did I inherit so much pain
I drink a lot of alcohol, problems with the law
Would I have done better or the same
If daddy never tried cocaine? Uh
Daddy never tried cocaine
Cocaine, uh (say what?)

In my throat
So my father's only next logical step was to go to rehab
Can't let go
And that's exactly what he did
Of my high hopes
He went to rehab and got completely clean
Hasn't done a drug
My high hopes
In over 20 years
He did that for himself but
My high hopes
He did that because he didn't want to lose us
Whew, strong man

Uh, now let's talk about how much I respect my pop
He's been through so much in life, we ain't never had a lot
We just had each other's back, that was really all we need
Pop, I love you unconditional and thanks for loving me
More than, cocaine
My father chose me over cocaine
Cocaine, uh
I'm proud to say that I'm an addict who inherits your pain

Trust is broke
Words got choked
In my throat...

Life Is Fair lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

Summertime were the funnest times
Momma used to had to say come inside like a hunnid times
Flat booty, big titty bitches just on they grind
My nigga Moody used to say they was built like the number nine, hah
Wish I could be childish for old times
Either y'all were Tranzor Z or y'all were Voltron
Stole bikes with Ike until the time that he stole mine
Told Mom, she told me what comes 'round, goes 'round

Stop, right (right there)
I never said that life was fair (fair)

Look, we had our best times when momma and papa went out and someone like my auntie would watch us
She just smoked weed and want not to be bothered
We go and leave the house to not be by her
She was our favorite, she never would holler
She get high and give out several dollars
Every time she get the camera she'd tell me to smile knowing damn well I was never no smiler

Stop, right (right there)
I never said that life was fair (fair)

"Hey girl, how you doing?
Yeah, Greg's in there getting dressed, how are the children?
I see you got you a new car
You know just gettin' along, gettin' along
Ryan is doin' well, uh, girl I gotta go Greg is callin' me
It was good talkin' to you baby
I can't stand that bitch, ugh"

I said stop right there (right there)
I never said that life was fair (fair)

Look, same girl that mama just was talking all fake to
Used to borrow our papers and all of our things
She was always ungrateful, always had bad news
Always into the latest gossip, always was tryin' to show our father her nudes
That shit not cool, one day we went out in town and they broke the down on our house and stole all our food
Stole from us, we ain't have much more than you

Stop, stop right there
You know when karma catch you, everything in your life goin' fail
You gon' be a failure
You gon' be a failure
Said, you gon' be a failure
You gon' be a failure
We gotta move

Boblo Boat lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. J. Cole)

Cruising down the river. Dancing 'til your feet got numb. Cool, summer breezes blowing through your hair, as you stood gazing down the river in anticipation of the thrill of the dizzying rides at the amusement park. Ah, memories of Boblo Island

Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut. Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat. It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks. Oh, man. I wish I was joining you. A little cheese and crackers. A little get out wine. A little rear medium lights. Some Harvey Rizla green. But let's do this. Only on Smooth FM

[Royce da 5'9":]
Nothing compared to our family trips
My uncle shook hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down shit I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bitch
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny fist
That was back 'fore I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got along
On the Boblo boat
Uh, on our way to that black amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my identity on the Boblo boat
That's where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat
But neither one of us knew that we would both grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
The Boblo boat

Hey, hey, hey. Lil' green. Come here. Hey, hit this, nigga. Nigga, don't worry 'bout what the fuck it is. Just drink

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some of my better times I said were true
I said were true, yeah
Shit, all of my better days I said were true
I said were true, shit
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Shit
Stuck inside a rat race, fuck, rat race, fuck, fuck
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
Stuck inside this rat race, fuck
Yeah, look

[J. Cole:]
Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
Dick it, ten-inch rims on my mama's Civic
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted
Don't even give a fuck that it's dented, bitch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if it's stolen
Piling up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real nigga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but life is not no word processor
Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of my real-life trauma
Plus fickle niggas thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be further left of
The truth is that my new shit slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder sectors
Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out
I gotta chill out
Say "Fuck the world" and never pull out
We had no Boblo boat, but I could note those times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for another chapter
That's for another story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe with my son and Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout dumb days

This is 808-Ray

Legendary lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

("Book Of Ryan" Version)

A women's loyalty is tested
When her man has nothing
A man's loyalty is tested
When that man has everything
The definition of a legend
Is a man who starts with nothing
And leaves the game with everything

Legendary
That shit there gon' make you legendary
This shit here gon' make me legendary
Make me legendary
This shit here gon' make me legendary

Pardon, nigga, I'm the hardest nigga out
The farthest nigga out the party nigga, I'm the artist
I put all these niggas in the garbage
All these niggas in the toilet
While I sit in orbit, I'm not getting better
I'm just getting started, started
I'm just getting, I just flipped it like I do all my competition
Let me slow this shit down
I just need me a bad one
Come over here and wear my flag hon'
I give y'all the bottom line, I don't do a lot of talkin'
Cause a lot of talkin' take up a lot of time
And I don't got a lot of time
Since a kid sittin' in the wicker chair
With the sweater with the collar out of mine
[?] not the sweater, promised to cut the line
Swear not to get out of line
I can't have 'Pac in my closet, I don't got time to idolize
I just cop it and toss it
I don't got time to idolize, my flight is high
Probably the only thing around me tonight that's high
Besides my I-D-E-O-logy
Pockets chubby, I should say tubby
Cause I'm ballin' like Dr. J
Wonderin', "How could they sub me?"
I certainly got comrades like Conrad Murray
Who operate ugly from around the way
I'm lookin' around at these pretty girls, and this what I got to say

Ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad one
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
It ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad bitch
That right there gon' make you legendary
That right there gon' make you legendary

That's that shit gon' make you legendary
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
I ain't tryna fuck every bitch that's tryna fuck me
That shit right there just ain't necessary
All I'm tryna be is legendary
That right there won't make you legendary
I remember I was just a pimp
Save all that extra shit
You bitches' neck'll twist quick as "The Exorcist"
Just tryna catch a glimpse, bitch I look excellent
Soon as I exit, I peel out advantage
She try to look hard cause her ride lookin' small
We will suit up and boot up and get out like Mexicans
All you niggas do is party all the time
Party all the time, party, party, party
Once you my target, I'll stop you while you're startin'
Started, why you stoppin'? My niggas clock around the party
Around the clock, wearing choppers 'round the .40
And rocket launcher down the block
Mwah! And they ain't got no lawyers
That gon make 'em fuckin' legendary
That's gon make you fucking legendary
Beautiful women asking "Why don't we get together?"
I told all 'em bitches "Nevuary"
Now all them baddest bitches know to never come to me with nonsense
Cause they know that I will fuck 'em once
Like a record company and drop 'em
Hold up, that's that shit gon make you legendary
That shit gon make me so, so, so legendary
Specially if she acting suspect
And the pussy just end up being so, so
I'm just a superhuman being with the quick to slow flow
Got the underground wire, like the tires low pro
Got the eye of the tiger inside of the mind of a, old soul, yo

It ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad one
That right there gon make you legendary
That right there gon make you legendary
It ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad bitch
That's that shit gon make you legendary
That's that shit gon make you legendary

That's that shit gon make you legendary
That's that shit gon make you legendary
You get more for your money when you fuck with Mr. Porter

Summer On Lock lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Pusha T, Jadakiss, Fabolous & Agent Sasco)

[Pusha T:]
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock

[Royce da 5'9":]
Nigga, I'm so far ahead of my time, I'm 'bout to start another life
You a target, I'll probably blast you twice
Alky rappin' with the passion of Christ
Curveball through the eye of the storm, I'm the calm 'fore disaster could strike
The rocks on that watch on that dial gon' shine loud
On you hustlers who out there in brownstones like the Huxtables
Y'all came to be euthanized, I can't be de-humanized
I ain't even human, I'm paying a communion wine
Cruisin' in that Wraith, dawg, like we came to offend haters
Shoot a nigga face off like his neighbor is Tim Taylor
Racketeerin' charge, tennis match in the yard
Y'all can finish that whack shit, then it's back to the gods
I'm in the Maybach right now tryna innovate
I'm too fly, don't try to give me my props, just give me space
Your favorite artist tryna party with Puff
I'm tryna fuck Cardi in a pair of Cartier buffs, what?

[Pusha T (Jadakiss):]
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock

[Jadakiss:]
HA-HAAAEEH!
Uh, it's fly season, my season
As long as I don't lose, it's all cool if I die even (cool)
Yeah, we the niggas that they talking 'bout (us)
Yeah, y'all the niggas that they chalkin' out
Yeah, I just let 'em go, I don't force 'em out
Supreme Court starin' at my man as they walk him out
The time that he lookin' at is crucial
I can see the pain translated through his pupils
Turn yourself in, it's even worse when they scoop you
See the Jake, don't hit the brake, just go to neutral
Barbeques, white yacht parties, that's what he used to
Pool halls, clubs and cribs, that's what he shoot through
Work out, get your number on, ack (work out)
Say your prayers, get your slumber on, ack (aha)
They ain't give you life so your number gon' pop
You best believe 'til the day you come home

[Pusha T:] I got the summer on lock
[Agent Sasco (Fabolous):]
Our-a sun shine all day long
Tell 'em soul hustle all day long
Our-a sun shine all day long
All-all-all day long (ah, stop frontin', nigga, hah)
[Pusha T:] I got the summer on lock

[Fabolous:]
Grind all winter, shine all summer
Life's a bitch and I'm tryna keep you slime balls from her
Any leaks, we gon' fix it, none of mine call plumbers
Nina to your chest player like nine y'all number
We Rondo niggas, real recognize real, you John Doe nigga
I made a closet out of a condo, nigga
See that's flyest nigga living shit, look over the river shit
She say I'm a asshole, how, when I don't give a shit?
It's play money, my son think the foreign a toy
That's why the family gon' ball like Lavar and his boys
I realize they wanna backstab me, then turn knife
You ain't got a hunnid 'till you got two hunnid, learn life
Respect ain't earned twice, once you lose it, it's gone
And it's lame when your money right but you using it wrong
Shout to niggas coming home this summer, the juice back
Screaming OJ shootin' craps, brought the tre deuce back, yeah

[Pusha T:]
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stunting but you broke, why you fronting? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock
[Agent Sasco:]
Our-a sun shine all day long
Tell 'em soul hustle all day long
Our-a sun shine all day long
All-all-all day long
[Pusha T:] I got the summer on lock

Amazing lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Melanie Rutherford)

[Mélanie Rutherford:]
Ryan!

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I am not trying to be in the store all day
Y'all can play the game one time
Let me go get change for a dollar real quick
Hey my man, what's up, you got change for a dollar?
What's up, man? You don't remember me do you? (Ryan!)
I remember you. I remember you, definitely
I remember you took my basketball and wouldn't give it back
Cause I dribbled it inside the store but I was just messing with you
Plus that was my lucky ball
My Dad got it signed by Isaiah Thomas so I kept it with me

Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce that ball
I'm little Ryan from 16650 Bayers
Remember me? I used to buy all the mystery mix Now And Laters
I used to wait for God to come down and answer all my prayers

[Mélanie Rutherford:]
Never asked for much when I sat down and say my prayers
All I ever, ever wanted was to be amazing (Ryan!)

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Same little boy used to walk to the corner store
Who used to get the Funyun chips
Who ended up, dumb, young, and rich
I had young parents but they both were strict
I had a supersticious Grandad, wait, scratch that, crazy Grandad
I seen him turn his hat around three times
Drive his car around the corner three times in reverse
Just 'cause he crossed paths with a black cat
Man, you remember Hank? He used to be a jimmy at the market
My Mom used to do his laundry
He used to have me and my brothers dyin' laughing at him
Talkin about: you know you can't leave them clothes in the washing machine too long when they get done washed
And still put 'em in the dryer
Doing that makes the clothes stink
Damn, being back here bring back so many memories
You sure you don't remember me? You remember the ball
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce that ball
Nigga, everybody know little Ryan from 17150 North Long
I used to come and cop pork rinds
I used to watch drug dealers come through in cars
Like, if I get one of those, its showtime

[Mélanie Rutherford:]
Never asked for much when I sat down and say my prayers
All I ever, ever wanted was to be amazing (Ryan!)

Is that Ryan? Is it always good to see him in the neighborhood
Hey baby! How your momma? Look at that car, he done done it
I told y'all he was gonna do somethin'...

Ryan!

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Wow, this is overwheling
It feels like it was just yesterday I was watching Good Times wishing I could get ahold of Thelma
Fighting with my brother over channels
I like watching movies
He likes stupid shit like Robin Williams going Nanu Nanu
Whatever that stupid ass show called
I ain't around here being no attention whore
I need niggas to look at these whips for every time we got those extension cords
God, I miss my big brother so much
He went to prison so much that I don't think I'd recognize him these days much
But I'mma always know what to get him from the Ice Cream truck
He used to get the Push-up Pops
I used to get the Snow Cone
I used to wanna be just like Turbo
He used to want to be Ozone
I got all the kids waving at me
All the elderly off they high horse
They wouldn't even let a nigga play twenty-one in the driveway
Nowdays the ball is in the my court (Ryan!)
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce that ball
Everybody going 'ain't that... little Ryan from over there on Morrow
I ain't seen him since he was a baby'
Well I'm back in town to let people know that you don't need no lucky ball, you already amazing
And I'm still your neighbor
Little ol' Ryan

[Mélanie Rutherford:]
And God bless the child no matter how long it seems, somehow he'll find his way home
It's so important baby
Between the memories and family, I don't know which one is more amazing

Never asked for much when I sat down and say my prayers
All I ever, ever wanted was to be amazing

Outside lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Marsha Ambrosius & Robert Glasper)

[Robert Glasper:]
I was also gonna ask about your fear as an individual
You know, this is plenty of people, feel a sense of security around you and kinda lean on you
You ever feel like a certain amount of pressure from that?
Do you ever get afraid?

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Of course I do
I mean everybody gets afraid sometimes

[Robert Glasper:]
What possibly could make you afraid?
What are you afraid of? (afraid of, afraid of)

[Royce Da 5'9":]
(I'm afraid, I'm afraid)
(Sometimes I'm even afraid to admit..)
I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the weight of my problems
Haters working overtime, 8 or 9 jobs worth
All these wanted ski masks niggas
Old basketball shorts under jean ass niggas needa know
I'm a product of a dead poet riding at it's low
Equals Mia Angelo, my emphatic flow can rise the status quo
Lying on the panic floor
Addict at it's best
Eradicated from the fabricated
Afraid at the thought of releasing music that's indicative of where I'm at in life
Will they like? Will they hate?
The better question is if they hate it is you down to pay the price?
I'll look you right in your eyes and say you mother fuckin' right
Don't bother me with adversity, I conquered more ground than King Kong could
All I think about these days is Mom good
'Cause she diabetic
My daddy just had a cancer scare
And do he still work at the post office? The answer's yeah
I'm introverted, knowing that it's not about Oz
Bigger problems outside

[Marsha Ambrosius:]
There's a war going on outside
That no man is safe from
You see you can smile but that won't change the color of your skin
But I'm the sinner
Yet you kick me, punch me, say don't trust me
Shoot me down like I'm up to something
Fuck with me and say I've deceived you
But how's that legal? Am I that evil?
Why do you hate me?

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm afraid of you going to college and not acknowledging I'm your father 'cause you not proud enough
But I fought hard to make sure you never see certain things I'm a product of
It's easy to confuse being a father with being a provider
But all we got is us and I'm afraid to lose you
You the coolest kid I ever saw
She did a good job with you
Sometimes I hesitate to take credit for raising you too
'Cause all I did was discipline
I never taught you to ride a bike but we still a lot alike
And you making music now? I wonder what made you wanna give this a spin
You know what I'm about to say next, right?
I'm afraid of you drinkin'
Though I never taught you to swim, I'm afraid of you sinkin'
I know I taught you to fight, you ain't in condition to win this
You wired different
You just ain't the nigga you friends is, it's scientific
Not my opinion so you know you genetically predisposed to more than just eating soul food
So I'm afraid of you to try to risk it
You in a gene pool with a lot of sick fish
And I'm the sickest of them all
Alcoholics stop from the symptoms of withdrawal
Look out the window, tell me what you see
Police shootin' brothers the color of you and me
And they actin' like they hate us so you may just wanna love yourself enough to compensate it
If I can say this, say this one thing, this one thing non-related
You were never, ever, ever, better than me in basketball

Yeah right, sure...

Power lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

(You want what for Christmas?
Hell no
What chu mean this is all we got?
That's it?)

It's Christmas time in the Montgomery home
Daddy's actin' all crazy again
Momma got herself a bloody nose
Daddy slapped her in the face again
Why they always gotta fight so much? Damn!
Momma face swole
Me and my bros in a panic state
If that's the case, yo I can't just stay around this
Everything was fine, we just had dinner
We got all the He-Mans
Battle Cat, Adam and Cringer, even Castle Greyskull and Snake Mountain
Now we sit and listen to y'all argue about how y'all planned this day
And y'all just admitted to us Santa fake
So Kid Vishis just ran away poutin'
Now I gotta go and console him
He wasn't nothin' but a spoiled little boy then
Little naive with an innocent cry
All he ever wanted to do was fit in with us
And y'all bought him a pair of fake Timberlands and put in a real Timberland box
I never forget them boots, they was called Rugged Outbacks
Momma went and found them at Payless and made us promise not to say nothin'
Then Pop came in like he ain't know nothin' about it
Like, "Judy you gon' send that boy out in public like that?"
"He'll be just fine, these kids ain't 'bout to be looking down at his feet for no treat"
And she really meant that
Meanwhile, this little arrogant nigga called himself stuntin' on me and Greg with him talkin' about, "where your Timbs at?"
But he was too young to detect sarcasm so we was like, "nigga, where your Timbs at?"

It's Thanksgiving in the Montgomery home
Greg just came in here drunk again
Now Momma tryna cover for him, she afraid my Daddy gone punch him again
Why you gotta get drunk so much? Damn!
I wish you would just stay where you was at instead of coming home all rude and disrespectin' our father
Follow all the rules and shit, man
The mood done switched me and Vicious playing Connect Four
Our Favorite movie just came on the tube and it's ironic it's Bloodsport
And I'm looking at Frank Dux and shit, thinkin' you should split
Before Daddy come down these stairs of this basement and see you wasted
But he just cut me off like, "That nigga ain't gon' do shit"
But the truth is he couldn't whoop my dad even if he was sober
I know 'cause he tried once
Ended up unconscious, a broke arm and a tooth was chipped
My big bro got a lot of emotional problems
He feel that we was all abused as kids
He saw Momma get dragged down all kinds of stairs like a ragdoll when he was two
And this is back when Daddy used to sniff cocaine, poor thang
He had to be subjected to this when he gets drunk
He gets to losing it
He gets the illusion that he gon' protect us all from the Big Bad Wolf
Stand up to him and prove some shit
But all he really doing is stressing Mom out
Gotta her goin', "boy you know your daddy up there asleep
The food is ready, why don't you stop making all this noise and let him stay sleep?"
The Turkey's done in the Montgomery home
Dad has just been awakened again
Greg is making all kinds of noise
Daddy's on his way angry again
"Who is that making all that God damn noise?
Greggy, get up here!
You been out there drinking again?
What the fuck I tell you about coming in my house with this disrespectful shit?
Nigga where the fuck you don' been?"
I'm thinking to myself Greg please don't say nothin' stupid, man
Every time my Daddy in his drawers and he standing in the hallway mad at somebody, I swear to God he got the same strength as Superman
My brother turned around and just walks in the kitchen
Without even givin' an answer, with his back to him like "I ain't gotta talk to you nigga"
"Nigga, you don't hear me talking to you?"
Next thing my brother did is something that when it comes to my father is something you just don't do
He looked him right in his eyes and he asked him, "what the fuck is you gon' do?"
My father hit him so hard his body hit the stove
The oven door hit the fucking floor
The turkey fell out the oven whole and landed near the stairs
Now Daddy standing over Greg talkin' 'bout, "Nigga, you ain't hurt!
Get up, get up!"
And here come Vish' talkin' 'bout, "Dad, I don't think he gon' get up"
Then Momma went damn near hysterical
She called the police, the police came
Neighbors is all in the street watching the cops takin' my father out in handcuffs
Damn, man that shit was real embarrassing
To all my friends I grew up with or grew up fatherless
I know through me you live vicariously
I want you to know that we ain't know better than you and yours
We all needed therapy
We care about each other more than we care about if anybody understands us
What I'm tryin' say is "fuck you!" and Happy Holidays from the Montgomery family

Every man reaches that point in life
Where he don't want to make excuses no more more
Life took me on a rollercoaster ride
I've been up I've been down all the ribbons and my daddy came
Took me on highs
Turned around and then took me on lows
Oh
Then I think about it
I use that shit as fuel
Then I changed it into "power"
Now can't you feel it?
Can't you feel it?
That I'm a grown man with "power"
Yeah, let me hear you say yeah
If you was raised in a strict home like me
Felt alone like me and it gave you "power"
Ooh
You can do it too just look at me
See I'm a grown man with "power"
Yeah, everybody say yeah
If you don't know the meaning of abusive
You've been through so much ain't nothing nobody can do to you
Now can't you feel it?
I'mma run away
This is how I became
A grown man with "power"
You can do it too
If I can do it
Use this "power"
I was a runaway
I was a runaway
There ain't nothing you can do to me
Do to me

"When you were a child growing up with grandad and granny
Did you really feel like grandad was a good father to you?"
Absolutely, absolutely. All my friend's daddy's was walking out on them left and right. Y'know he never left us, he was always there for us. Y'know there were a lot of things that happened that I didn't understand. Maybe I might not have answered the question the same way when I was a teenager, but I understand and appreciate him so much more now: as a man. Y'know 'cause he taught me respect and discipline and consequences for your acts. So yeah of course
"Do you think his approach as a father really shaped the type of father that you are today, or do you in some ways think it had negatives to it, and if so, what kind of negative traits do you try to avoid having as a father right now, to me?"
When you have your own you'll understand