Royal

(1st Verse: B-Rent)

I’ve been dyin for this rap shit all my fuckin life
Defyin all this wack shit till i hit my rise
Kickin out that trash bin
I don’t need that shit
Cause I’m on the fuckin climb
And I’m comin for your eyes
And I’m killin all these lines
Like I’m throwing out mines
Cause I’ll blow your fuckin mind
I’ve been tested so much
I already know the fuckin cheat codes
B-Rent going beast mode
I don’t need no co-sign
I’m hard as fuck in my mind
I’m the piece you won’t find
At this point in my life
I’m just vibin I’m just writin
I’m just livin my life
Ain’t tryna worry bout
When this rap shit’ll take off
But we on the fuckin rise
So strap your seats for lift off
I’m done with the 9 to 5
I can’t do this shit
I’ve lost all my fucking drive
I gotta losе this shit
But with Max on my side
Imma kill these fuckin rhymеs
Cause i found the sign
That I’ll devote my life to this music shit
I’m a bitch, But imma make y’all admit
That I’m a G, next level
Imma be the next motherfuckin king in this shit

I was born for this shit
I was built for this shit
And if you still ain’t heard my shit
Then fuck you, go suck a dick
I’m just being honest
Ain’t got time
I gotta rhyme, to pay to my bills on time
I can’t worry about my fuckin prime

That’s the bullshit that Twitter spits
It’s ridiculous, they’re infamous
They want these rappers to fuckin
Sound like Kayne on their first fucking day
This shits drivin me insane
I got so much shit to say
Buy my bars runnin out
So let me point this shit out
I’m fuckin trapped in these lines
I’m fuckin trapped in these rhymes
Ain’t got no other goals in life
Except killin these fuckin beats
And fuckin every girl i meet
I’m just playin bout that last line
Buy raps always on my mind
I can’t get it out, i can’t get myself out
Of the slump i found myself in
I wanna begin again
But sometimes life’s just gotta end
So i guess I’ll dig myself a grave
And bury all these fuckin beats

(2nd Verse: Mista Max)

(They can’t fuck this this)

This ain’t nothin to fuck with
On some Wu-Tang Clan shit
I sky rocket into the moon
It ain’t land since
Get the bands bitch
On my bread, no sandwich
You ain’t makin money
That don’t make no damn sense
Sayin all the greasy shit homie
You ain’t got me convinced
They hate to see my exist
Feel like the world what I’m against
I’m real like my bills, for real
You chumps counterfeit
This that timeless shit
That can’t nobody stop me shit
I’m on the next episode like the doc
I’ve built my hustle from the rocks
Tell them rappers close down shop
Can’t respawn if you die, like Black Ops
Only one shot
Better never fall dawg
Go and get your refund
To a dollar from a dime
That Guala in my pockets is what i gotta provide
If you can’t take the heat up
In the kitchen you’ll get fried
Ain’t no seatbelt for this life
Prepare for the ride

Yea, me and B-Rent on this bitch
Mofuckers can’t catch up
(Woah, woah, woah)
It’s too late now
Droppin bombs on y’all
(Droppin bombs)
Yea