Kingdom II

[Intro] (Rowjay speaks) [Verse 1] (Yep-Yep, Okay) Chilling on my throne like where's my meal nigga (Yep-Yep, Okay) Won't stop rapping 'til I get 40 mil nigga (Yep-Yep, Okay) Told you before, I only rock with the real nigga (Yep-Yep, Okay) Lazy mu'fuckas still tryna get a deal With they fake ass chains, fake ass frames These niggas ain't even ashamed They'd rather jack another nigga's fame Than staying in their lane Putting work, representing for their gang Oh, what a shame Oh, what a shame This dirty game, got 'em going insane Selling they soul just to get that quick change When we all know that theres no such thing As making it without going through pain I'm just saying man I am just saying Keep yo' eyes on that mullah They say fame don't last forever When you leave, you can't bring that with ya Fuck the past, it's all about the future We all got goals and aspirations We all want the gold and clear out those missions No matter where you go they'll always hate ya No matter what you do they'll always gon' diss ya Focus on you, and the peeps who's down with ya Focus on you and stay away from the drama No matter where you go they'll always hate on ya No matter what you do they'll always gon' diss ya Focus on you, and the peeps who's down with ya Go' ahead and be great, tell em I sent ya [Interlude] (Rowjay speaks again) [Verse 2] MTL on the motherfucking map nigga (Yep-Yep Okay) Been a long time coming, 'bout time we get our shine nigga (Yep-Yep Okay) I was dreaming 'bout this, since I was sixteen nigga (Yep-Yep Okay) I was bumping this sample when I was seventeen Now I'm rapping on it, snapping on it Cause this is the sound of my youth Bet they can't understand it Made my own standards Black Clark Kent just stepped in the booth My flow is nastier than ebola Love my chick when she's not bipolar Don't pop models, I pop 'em collars You don't pop bottles, you sipping cola Aaaaaah...i'm still stacking that mullah Never chasing 'em dames Sharing the throne with my lova Laughing at all y'all lames Old friends tryna' holla Told 'em stay in ya lane Cause when a nigga was struggling Y'all was steady ignoring the mayn, like (Yep-yep okay) "Nigga you never gon' make it" I was like (Yep-Yep Okay) "This rap thing my nigga forget it" And I was like (Yep-Yep, Okay) "In 5 years nigga u gon regret it" And I was like (Yep-Yep, Okay) Took a cab, and you were the one driving it Argh! [Outro] (Rowjay speaks)