Royalty II (feat. Andiroo)

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Uh, uh
Look, uh
Man I’m really getting sick of the violence
I’m sick to my stomach from sittin’ in silence
I’m sick of the murder, I’m sick of the bangin’
I’m sick of seeing the depression arising
Like what is it really gon’ take for people to see that we
Need to believe, and live it with harmony?
Instead of proceeding to theivin’, instead of the beefin’ and grievin’
I’m dodgin’ and weavin’ to keep me from sinking
I’m sick of resorting to smokin’ and drinking
When I feel like nothing is gonna be bringing me anything I can enjoy
I can remember when I was just a little boy
I was so innocent I didn’t know what was imminent
I wasn’t vigilant, I was just stuck in predicaments, I was just playin’ with toys
Fucking up anyone who be troubling me, cause I punt a bitch and I got all my keys
Fucking apparent that we don’t parents our kids, so we end up like me
How we keep on a spree making serial freaks, uh
In the rap game, f*ck up all lames, keep in your lane
Got me in a car because you driving me fucking insane
But no matter the weather, comin’ up better than ever
Summon the devil to pull out a talent fuckin’ too clever
Gonna pull up eleven at night, gonna realise you’re gonna reside to hell in a mile
Yeah, it’s been a while since I have seen you in the comments, got a fuckin’ attitude
No gratitude to cast a view, to let you move
So pass around the word in town, the press about to be allowed
To say you’re anything now, but a fucking clown
People are always so quick to be picking up pistols
And poppin’ them off like a woman with pimples, they criminals
Making every situation a physical, self-absorbing egotistical motherfucking pity party
They party like they were really hardy-hardy, but really they just work at Hobby Lobby
But they really looking fucking snobby snobby like a bitch who’s listening to shitty Cardi B
Callin’ me a G, you ain’t nothing but a wanna be, in reality you just chirpin’ like a parakeet
But not to be talkin’ ‘bout struggling, you and your tummy are rumblin’
Keep on the hustlin’, I am not summonin’ anyone gunning on me
I just wanna make a rant for the homie
Andrew, you shouldn’t be doing that rap
Andrew, you shouldn’t be acting like that
Andrew, you shouldn’t be killin’ it, but you are killin’ it, killin me, how I react?
How ‘bout you listen to me?
How ‘bout you look at my streams?
How ‘bout you quit fucking sleeping on me?
How ‘bout you fucking react like you ain’t tryna hide all your greed?
Maybe I’m sick of this shit, maybe I’m quitting this shit
Maybe after a year making the album, I was never pleased
But me being good in your mind never clicked
Forget all the memories of “Opportunities”, “Water and Soap”, “Andiroo” is clean
But the press ain’t impressed and I guess I confess that I rest and regret
I’m returning the pen on the motherfucking desk, cause now I’m depressed
But here is success, I’m hearing the best and I am jealous
But striving to bless the ears of the mess, I’ll fucking repent
Uh, the violence is stupid I’m sick of the shooting
A positive mood in need and we’ll do it
Forget all the beef and we have to keep moving
It isn’t too late we won’t have to redo it
But how do you move on from murder and grieving the death of an innocent person
Who didn’t deserve to be killed for no reason
And make you feel like you were weakening every time you fucking think of it
You can’t and that is why it is so important to focus on what we can do to prevent it
But maybe we can’t and it’s awful, unlawful how they all be acting, we get it
I truly believe that we can if we change up, we talk to each other
And treat one another like sister and brother, or father and mother
Cause peace is a virtue that speaks out in numbers
For whatever reason that ain’t the focus
We’re spitting the truth it is cliche, but bogus
To think that we shouldn’t be worried about if our home is invaded
By violence and beatings and tying the rope
In a moment imma take another minute to meditate
And apart from the pen, imma pick up the past
We gotta realise we keep on taking the path
How we’re signing a pact, resort to any attacks
Gotta fix up talking about coming around, fucking around
Thinking about how we gonna run up about defacing a part of the town
Gonna end up a clown, keep on messin’ around, banging when nobody’s around
Uh, I don’t know who you are, no one caring at all
But we gotta be tall, meet the police that we call
On your knees you will crawl for the brighter generation, don’t forget who we are
I don’t know if you notice, there isn’t a bonus
To murder and killing without any motive
We’re gonna keep focus on what is important
We’re gonna support the police and the forces, our country endorses
The hate and divorces, and torching the bridges we’ve already broken
So “trust in the process”, the meaningful slogan
And it’s up to you if you follow the motion
I don’t care for the killing, I’m gonna say what I’m feeling
And imma speak for the innocent when I’m dealing with impotent people
Gotta be listening for the sirens and ambulance
Gotta pray for the others to have better condition
And imma keep on listening to higher authority
When we live in a country that doesn’t live in conformity
But it’s never gonna happen so I’m taking it forcefully
Better hope it doesn’t break, it don’t come with a warranty

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