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