XXXTentacion, Stefflon Don, Vybz Kartel, Ky-Mani Marley - Royalty текст песни

Royalty inna mi bloodline
Got soldiers, yeah, on these front-lines
And though I know
Our demons come to test us sometimes
Dem ah scheme from long time
Defeat we nuh come find

Royalty inna mi bloodline
Got soldiers, yeah, on these front-lines
And though I know
Our demons come to test us sometimes
Dem ah scheme from long time
Defeat we nuh come find

Yeah, mi haffi
Big up, yo
Big up, yo, big up, yo
I can't run nuttin fi you
You is badman fi di bread when dem all get job
Big up, yo
Big up, yo, big up, yo
Gyaldem ah Kingston
Every one dem body wanna hear me on this one

Man, it's cool until the shit change
Wanna use me for the money and the cars, yeah, the big Range
Yeah, it's funny how shit change
All shorty want is young nigga's drawers, that shit stains
In the pool house, Biscayne
Now I'm in the coupe with a crib big as Curtis Payne
Never can forget all the nights it was just pain
Now I'm finna come for the throne, don't forget, mayne

Royalty inna mi bloodline
Got soldiers, yeah, on these front-lines
And though I know our demons come to test us sometimes
Dem ah scheme from long time
Defeat we nuh come find

Nuff ting I get luck off
Iced-out rings nah come off
Clean from mi born till ah gyal she fi drop off
We can't stop, we ah rise, we ah take off
For di gyal I set trends
Name just hop up upon di ends
Take me on top pon a somethin' till it bends
You ain't a friend
Badmind, we nuh 'fraid of dem
Win, we ah win till it end

Royalty inna mi bloodline
Got soldiers, yeah, on these front-lines
And though I know
Our demons come to test us sometimes
Dem ah scheme from long time
Defeat we nuh come find

His Imperial Majesty Haile Selassie, so we royal
Triple-X crew, so we loyal
Big batty, fat pussy, broad gyal
Come here, back it up, gyal, buss a while, mm hmm
Be looking like 10, I leave the 9, mm hmm
Miami gyal, Caribbean wine
Yardies say you're a real buddy bucka
Yankees say you a bad muthafucka
Ky-Mani, ooh, waan see why they can't work the 'Ami
Why I like the rhymey
Man grimey crimey
Can't style me, parri
Man XXX to Tentación
Pull up on di men seh like taximan
Nah spray cologne, we spray hot metal
Real badman like Sandokan
Real hot gyal badman go pon
Anywhere we walk di street governed
No fairytale, no Alice, no Peter Pan
Versace style, Louis V pattern
We strike di street hard, no FIFA plan
Teach yuh fam it will be a hard victory in yuh land
We born fi get dough, nuh need no man
We life ah sow doubts, riddlerman
We balls ah work, we are di breeders and
Hard life wit it, badman riddim
Smoke high grade and fly like pigeon
Real badman, we nuh haffi have image
Score like scrimmage inna any gyal village
Fuck dem wicked, now squeeze out liquid
Sharpshooter like Billy The Kid
Haffi live twice fi di tings that we did
DJ, tell dem we wild and wicked

Royalty inna mi bloodline
Got soldiers, yeah, on these front-lines
And though I know
Our demons come to test us sometimes
Dem ah scheme from long time
Defeat we nuh come find