Issue No 139 Unroyal Lyrics
UnRoyal by Issue No. 139
(Intro)
Don't do shit for these niggas
Fuck, all these niggas tripping, man
I do this shit, nigga
Hash tag, RG droppin'
You hear me?
Streets ain't coming soon
(Verse)
I might pop molly, I don't rock Tom Ford
I'm good in my Lee's and some Jordan concords
I'm at the edge of the diving board
No looking back bitch I'm diving forward
They tell me to wait, but I ain't got the time for it
Roll to success, how long I gotta drive forward?
See, everything I got, I had to grind for it
Most of my niggas died, or doing time for it
Guess I'm too street, you already know
They don't wanna play a nigga on the radio
I remember, Kidd Kidd, you ain't neva grow
What goes around comes around like the fucking merigo
Mady on my Twitter, Instagram trippin'
Hash tag, RG, come and stop bitching
And nigga, I don't sing, I don't wear tight jeans
Ain't bout to put on a dress, ain't nothing like the rest
I don't talk about cars and all the money that I got
But you go out on the block and high got shot(?)
And I served rocks, and ran from the cops
I'm the closest thing since Pac, I'm everything that they not
(Hook)
And we'll never be (nigga) royals, royals
It don't run in our blood (Kidd Kidd, man)
That kind of lux (let this nigga know it's real, man)
Just ain't for us,
We crave a different kind of buzz
(Hash tag, RG coming, my nigga)
Let me be your ruler (you heard?) (ruler)
(Gorilla scene, rap scene, nigga)
You can call me queen bee
(Since fifth, nigga)
And baby I'll rule
(Since Pac, since Soldier Sniff)
I'll rule
I'll rule
I'll rule
Let me live that fantasy
(Shout out to all the real niggas that's doing this shit, man)
(Straight up and down, man)
(Shout out to all the real niggas that's doing this shit, you know what I mean?)
(Like I said, I ain't nothin' like these niggas)
(Nothin', nothin', I'm me, nigga, huh?)
(Respect that!)
(Verse)
Cause every song is like "look at me!"
"I'm bling-bling, every hook they sing sing"
Pop mollie, pop bottles, niggas wear tight jeans
Who the fuck cares? That ain't the kind of shit that I wear
And everybody like, vrum, vrum, my car, flashy
I pursue this fall(?)
I'mma blood, I'mma grip, nigga, just be who you are!
Who the fuck cares? Get that hash tag orgy
(Hook)
And we'll never be royals, royals
It don't run in our blood
That kind of lux just ain't for us,
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler (ruler)
You can call me queen bee
And baby I'll rule
I'll rule
I'll rule
I'll rule
Let me live that fantasy
Don't do shit for these niggas
Fuck, all these niggas tripping, man
I do this shit, nigga
Hash tag, RG droppin'
You hear me?
Streets ain't coming soon
(Verse)
I might pop molly, I don't rock Tom Ford
I'm good in my Lee's and some Jordan concords
I'm at the edge of the diving board
No looking back bitch I'm diving forward
They tell me to wait, but I ain't got the time for it
Roll to success, how long I gotta drive forward?
See, everything I got, I had to grind for it
Most of my niggas died, or doing time for it
Guess I'm too street, you already know
They don't wanna play a nigga on the radio
I remember, Kidd Kidd, you ain't neva grow
What goes around comes around like the fucking merigo
Mady on my Twitter, Instagram trippin'
Hash tag, RG, come and stop bitching
And nigga, I don't sing, I don't wear tight jeans
Ain't bout to put on a dress, ain't nothing like the rest
I don't talk about cars and all the money that I got
But you go out on the block and high got shot(?)
And I served rocks, and ran from the cops
I'm the closest thing since Pac, I'm everything that they not
(Hook)
And we'll never be (nigga) royals, royals
It don't run in our blood (Kidd Kidd, man)
That kind of lux (let this nigga know it's real, man)
Just ain't for us,
We crave a different kind of buzz
(Hash tag, RG coming, my nigga)
Let me be your ruler (you heard?) (ruler)
(Gorilla scene, rap scene, nigga)
You can call me queen bee
(Since fifth, nigga)
And baby I'll rule
(Since Pac, since Soldier Sniff)
I'll rule
I'll rule
I'll rule
Let me live that fantasy
(Shout out to all the real niggas that's doing this shit, man)
(Straight up and down, man)
(Shout out to all the real niggas that's doing this shit, you know what I mean?)
(Like I said, I ain't nothin' like these niggas)
(Nothin', nothin', I'm me, nigga, huh?)
(Respect that!)
(Verse)
Cause every song is like "look at me!"
"I'm bling-bling, every hook they sing sing"
Pop mollie, pop bottles, niggas wear tight jeans
Who the fuck cares? That ain't the kind of shit that I wear
And everybody like, vrum, vrum, my car, flashy
I pursue this fall(?)
I'mma blood, I'mma grip, nigga, just be who you are!
Who the fuck cares? Get that hash tag orgy
(Hook)
And we'll never be royals, royals
It don't run in our blood
That kind of lux just ain't for us,
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler (ruler)
You can call me queen bee
And baby I'll rule
I'll rule
I'll rule
I'll rule
Let me live that fantasy