Randy - Royalty lyrics

[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 p**y too tight so i had to rip it Seems kinda weird in this world that we live in See a bad b**h in short shorts so I dive in Bad b**h with a fat a** i would tell em dive in Only thing is that these n***as can't swim If you don't drown then ya b**h 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. f**s hoes This how we do sh** in M.O.L.L.Y. f** 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 sh** it was just my pot smoke f** 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 b**hes it pisses me off I want my dick getting licked in the car I want my body to be rid of its flaws Perfect n***a getting closer to God Murder n***as put em closer to gone Dangerous n***a like I'm running with bombs Sometimes i see sh** that ain't really there Ain't poppin molly but M.O.L.L.Y. is here f** Mr. Rogers his trolly is weird And f** all these haters they probably f** queers Hahaha f** all these haters they probably f** queers [Verse 2: Randy] Ooh sh** mothaf**a god damn, Hot damn Oh sh** Zado Thats my Jam p**y n***a 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 n***a tell me what you in for Randy Randell wanna ride up in the benzo No car so a n***a probably indoors ya I'm like f** that, b**h Hit it from the back like f** that sh** Blowing on the purp Ima puff that sh** If a n***a see the feds Im tuck that sh** like Pshhh n***a give it up Legs closed n***a i don't really give a f** LAPD they be on that f** sh** Nothing on em you could say that n***a busted yeah Nothing on em you could say that n***a busted LAPD they be on that f** sh** Nothing on em you could say that n***a 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 bullsh** 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 b**h 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 sh** 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 sh**, sh** Yeah all your new sh**, sh** Heard that verse you did Sounded like some kid sh** Sounded like some f** sh** I don't really f** with Hide in my bucket Try to talk to me ill hit you with the WHAT b*tch Oh sh** motha f**a 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 f**ing fools Got one real talent, and he such a f**ing tool Only time i hustle when I'm playing some pool But i had the mink on when i hustled youu oh