B-Rent – Royal Lyrics
Artist: B-Rent
Song: Royal
I’ve been dyin for this rap sh#t all my f#ckin life
Defyin all this wack sh#t till i hit my rise
Kickin out that trash bin, i don’t need that sh#t
Cause I’m on the f#ckin 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 f#ckin mind
I’ve been tested so much i already know the f#ckin cheat codes
I’m hard as f#ck 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 shitll take off
But we on the f#ckin rise so strap your seats for lift off
I’m done with the 9 to 5, i can’t do this sh#t
I’ve lost all my f#cking drive, i gotta loosе this sh#t
But with Max on my side imma kill these f#ckin rhymеs
Cause i found the sign that I’ll devote my life to
This music sh#t, imma b#tch, But imma make y’all admit, that I’m a G, next level, imma be the next motherf#ckin king in this sh#t
I was born for this sh#t, i was built for this sh#t, and if you still ain’t heard my sh#t, then f#ck 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 f#ckin prime
That’s the b#llsh#t that Twitter spits, it’s ridiculous, they’re infamous
They want these rappers to f#ckin sound like Kayne on their first f#cking day, this sh#ts drivin me insane, i got so much sh#t to say, but my bars runnin out, so let me point this sh#t out
I’m f#ckin trapped in these lines
I’m f#ckin trapped in these rhymes
Ain’t got no other goals in life, except killin these f#ckin beats and f#ckin every girl i meet
I’m just playin bout that last line, but 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 f#ckin beats
This ain’t nothin to f#ck with
On some Wu-Tang Clan sh#t
I sky rocket into the moon
It ain’t land since
Get the bands b#tch
On my bread, no sandwich
You ain’t makin money
That don’t make no damn sense
Sayin all the greasy sh#t 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 sh#t
That can’t nobody stop me sh#t
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
That 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
Mof#ckers can’t catch up
It’s too late now
Droppin bombs on y’all
Yea
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Release Year: 2022