Royal

Chilling in my hood
Ice water in my cold cup just
To keep my cup cold babys all good
Grey rag 'round my face
Platinum switchblade clipped on my hip
Gold gun on my fucking waist
Crucify me on the street light, ho
I'm a fucking psycho like a
Psychic with this motherfuckin' mic
Blown up!

Kill for the Seventh, die for gray
Fuck these bitches
Then I disappear and fade away
The only way I'm stickin' 'round
Is for the petty cash movin' fast
Smokin' gawdy with a touch of hash
Bust his ass
If you comin' lookin' for the drama
Up the llama
Got more bottles than a baby mama
Young Stevie Wonder with the thunder
On my trigger finger
I swear this ditch smell a
Dead bodies always linger
Come get your issue, ho