Cory Miller - Royalty [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Darius Voss]
My notebook is in ashes, my lyrics too hot
That's whats gonna happen when you rappin like a god
Crown on my head ya I'ma king thats no doubts
Throne under me, but this king won't turn down
Sitting in a palace one day i will be
Chillin wit aladdin, we smoking genie
Potent that I'm token be magic disney
Smoke that I'm blowing be talking trippy
Oops i be slipping, and she still let me slip in
Pussy too tight so i had to rip it
Seems kinda weird in this world that we live in
See a bad bitch in short shorts so I dive in
Bad Bitch with a fat ass i would tell em dive in
Only thing is that these niggas can't swim
If you don't drown then ya bitch be too shallow
She told Me Yes Captain, I feel like Jack Sparrow
Up in the booth spittin' spears and arrows
This is my crew ship where M.O.L.L.Y. fucks hoes
This how we do shit in M.O.L.L.Y. fuck you!
Randy and I we take trips to the moon
You would think that we stole MJ's moves
Smokin more weed then them reggaes do
We be M.O.L.L.Y. and our lyrics are proof
Black & Grey Movement like old tv shows
Chillin' wit my nigs, and thats just how it goes
Trippin' over shit it was just my pot smoke
Fuck up then i pop hoes
If you ain't M.O.L.L.Y
Then you probably don't got hoes...
If you ain't M.O.L.L.Y. then you sleeping on a bench post
Looking kinda slumped dummy, something' like a hobo
Flow so nasty, Teeth need dental
Rhymes so sick, these beats are mental
I don't see bitches it pisses me off
I want my dick getting licked in the car
I want my body to be rid of its flaws
Perfect nigga getting closer to God
Murder niggas put em closer to gone
Dangerous nigga like I'm running with bombs
Sometimes i see shit that ain't really there
Ain't poppin molly but M.O.L.L.Y. is here
Fuck Mr. Rogers his trolly is weird
And fuck all these haters they probably fuck queers
Hahaha fuck all these haters they probably fuck queers

[Verse 2: Randy]
Ooh shit mothafucka god damn, Hot damn
Oh Shit Zado Thats my Jam
Pussy nigga getting sprayed like pam
Made a little bread so i had to go ham
Boy you lose like rams
Spit a couple bars everybody like Dayummmmm
I'm kidding tho
Only thing is that was just the intro, woah
So let me settle in
Boy you sleeping on the Letter you should let it in
I made a little bit a bread, got a little bit of head
I could name a couple rappers that I'm better then, yeah
We ain't kinfolk
Went to jail nigga tell me what you in for
Randy Randell wanna ride up in the benzo
No car so a nigga probably indoors ya
I'm like fuck that, bitch
Hit it from the back like fuck that shit
Blowing on the purp Ima puff that shit
If a nigga see the feds Im tuck that shit like
Pshhh Nigger give it up
Legs closed nigga i don't really give a fuck
LAPD they be on that fuck shit
Nothing on em you could say that nigga busted yeah
Nothing on em you could say that nigga busted
LAPD they be on that fuck shit
Nothing on em you could say that nigga busted M.O.L.L.Y

[Verse 3: Cory Miller]
Alright, alright
Let me just try sumn real quick


Bringing it back
And taking it back to the times
Where people be true in the rhymes
No bullshit all up in there lines
Talking bout one flow
You only you got one flow
Recycling it every time
Lies lies lies
Look in my eyes eyes eyes
Try to get the hindsight or get blind sided
In the head, Walking Dead, I'll slice ya neck like Herschel
Might just chop ya leg like Herschel
Living like a spartan, this world is cut throat
Got the mac book with the Herschel case
New Art Order, got the bitch with the purple face
And the 7up with the rolling papers
Got the Wiz Khalifa in a couple flavors
I know you gon hate, and I see the subtweets
Say you bout the music but you a slackin' faker
I know a lot of shit you be saying talking bout you da greatest
Lowkey you just hatin
Never did it that big
Yeah you had couple songs
But all your new shit, shit
Yeah all your new shit, shit
Heard that verse you did
Sounded like some kid shit
Sounded like some fuck shit
I don’t really fuck with
Hide in my bucket
Try to talk to me ill hit you with the WHAT BITCH
Oh shit motha fucka god damn
Randy got the type of bars, that will put you on slam
Darius got the groove, like MJS moves
Dre & Dee Boy gon get you with the EP too
All i see is no tapes, and a bunch a fucking fools
Got one real talent, and he such a fucking tool
Only time i hustle when I’m playing some pool
But i had the mink on when i hustled youu oh