Royalist

She hit me up like where you at, I’m with my hittas
Small circle of winners smoking, plotting on my business
She like fuck them niggas with you
Everytime I hit you
You ain’t never 'round, you missing
Talking 'bout you a commitment
I’ll be back and forth
Like I’m on a court, I’m tryna play the course
Taking notes
Tryna win a sport but nigga only lost
She chasing nostalgia
I’m taming my karma
Everytime I call her she be with it I just stall up
I’ll be fronting, cause I got something
I didn’t, it ain’t nothing
I tell her
I know I love it
She fresh out the shower, I tell I roll my marijuana
I be sipping colada like i’m on a beach in Cubana
She equip with the drama, until I fuck that bitch so proper
Young indigo prophet, my nigga ain’t no way to stop it
I be touring, Im somewhere foreign
You know I’m whoring
When I’m back around the state
You know she back up on my plate
She know she can’t lead the king
Her highness my favorite, royalist
Yeah she trust in God, but nigga heaven sent
Tryna get back, to the point where we could prosper
But the princess is a bitch, she turn a nigga from gold back to copper
Mind of gold, i showed her
That’s what i demote her
When she meet me she can’t reach my motorola
I be out, leave a nigga alone
Dont’t hit up my phone
Unless you need a nigga come and bone and put you in your zone
Coast to coast, need to check my post
Nigga always ghost
Reefer smoke
in my clothes, the airport let me go
While i’m flying niggas sipping whine
First try, she recline
Still divine, lyrics in my mind i think i jot 'em down
On my way back to the Stuy, around the realest
New York City state of mind, my nigga no one keep it triller
When i land
Gotta hit up before that sour stank, that’s super dank
Spent some, so i hit the bank
Go to my Corolla
Pick my phone up, call her
What you doing? Come over drinks and marijuana
She said «Nigga hold up
Your girl ain’t 'gon show up?»
I’m like «bitch don’t worry 'bout it come get your shit tore up»
She know she can’t lead the king
Her highness my favorite, royalist
Yeah she trust in God, but nigga heaven sent
Tryna get back, to the point where we could prosper
But the princess is a bitch, she turn a nigga from gold back to copper