Royalty

Uh, yo

So many kids in my city dying, 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've climbed in the casket

Life is precious, I can't help but cherish

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

It was hell in they marriage, my mom exposed us to a lot real young

So now she feeling 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 keeping 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 payback's a bitch, I still won't charge her a cent, uh

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

The feds had us under surveillance, we was camera shy

It's dark where them lots is vacant, the spots vandalized

Get judged, holding court in the street, before a hammer rise

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

Get shot tryna run from police, I guess they plan to die

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

You live by the code in the streets or just standing 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 Kimora Lee

I stack quarterly, move packs like a orderly

Adapt more accordingly, case rats try recording me

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

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

Mama, I'm sorry, I know this ain't what you taught me

I never told you what I did with them Jordans you bought me

Uh, being fly and broke don't mean nothing

Took 'em to the strip, trade for a zip, now we hustling

That was the seventh grade

Quarter million dollars later, we see better days

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

I done paid bills at houses I ain't never stayed

Remember when I used to serve at the old McDonald's

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

Uh, I'm just throwing a box

That's what got these bitches throwing

The box, niggas throwing them shots

Uh, my friends talking over pillows

Unless you meet my plug, I should've played the man in the middle

Stressed, looking for a new trap, keep refreshing Zillow

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

It's Murda