Royalty

[Intro: Che Noir]

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Yo

[Verse 1: Che Noir]

So many kids in my city dyin', it's tragic

When I got that phone call, I couldn't hide my reaction

See the tears in my eyes through my glasses, ain't make the funeral

But if I did, I probably would have climbed in the casket

Life is precious, I can't help but cherish

Classmate told me my father was a fiend, man, I felt so embarrassed

It was hell in their marriage

My mom exposed us to a lot real young

So now she feelin' like she failed as a parent

Got a sister that I used to be close with, now we don't speak as much

Miscommunication between us, no, we don't keep in touch

They say you changed when they ain't keepin' up

I move different, I see why we don't agree as much

I know blood thicker than water, but that's hard to convince

'Cause to tell the truth, I had family cross me more than a friend

When the blood spills, that's what you use the water to rinse

I know paybacks a bitch, I still won't charge her a cent

[Verse 2: .38 Spesh]

Yo, we sold drugs to survive, but, now it's glamorized

The feds had us under surveilence (Yeah), we was camera shy

Its dark where them lots is vacant, the spot vandalized (Uh-huh)

Get judged home court in the street before the hammer rise

These young niggas lost in the street, it make 'em fantasize

Get shot tryna run from police (Yeah), I guess they plan to die (Uh-huh)

They let your blood soak in the street before it's sanitized

You live by the code of the streets (Right), or just standin' by (By)

The trap was poetry, back when crack supported me

I took clientele from cats who lacked authority

Look, I bagged a quarter key with niggas that was poor as me

We put China on the runway like Kimura Lee (Uh)

I stack quarterly, move packs like an orderly (Uh-huh)

Adapt more accordingly in case rats try recordin' me

Don't talk about hunger and thirst if you lack loyalty (Nah)

When you mention trust come first, that's black royalty

[Verse 3: Klass Murda]

Momma, I'm sorry (Uh)

I know this ain't what you taught me (Momma, momma)

I never told you what I did with them Jordans you bought me (Uh)

Bein' fly and broke don't mean nothin'

Took 'em to the strip, trade for a zip

Now we hustlin' (Trap)

That was the seventh grade (Seventh grade)

Quarter million dollars later, we see better days (Better days)

I built an empire with hands that ain't never prayed (Momma)

I done paid bills in houses I ain't never stayed (Never stayed)

Remember when I use to serve at the old McDonalds

Went out west, now I own a farm like I'm old McDonald (Wooh)

Uh, I'm just throwin' a box

That's what got these bitches throwin' a box (What? What?)

Niggas throwin' them shots, uh

My friends talkin' over pillows, I'll let you meet my plug

I should have played the man in the middle

Stressed, lookin' for a new trap, keep refreshin' Zillow

Should have been left this shit alone, but I ain't get the memo

It's Murda