Hood Royalty
• Written by Icy_Rain
Came up broke, had to make me a way,
Had to stack every dime, had to hustle, no play,
Mama worked late, so I learned how to cook,
Not in the kitchen—but I still had to whip up a plate!
Streets got cold, had to move with precision,
Loyalty first, had to make my decisions,
Friends turned foes, I don’t do the pretendin’,
I was out grindin’, they was stuck in they feelings.
(Huh!) Hood royalty, check my crown,
Made it out the mud, now they want me down,
Talk big money when I’m in yo' town,
But if you wasn’t real, don’t come around!
(Yeah!) Hood royalty, talk my talk,
Only bosses step, only bosses walk,
Never played checkers, all I know is chalk,
When I make my moves, bet they call it art!
Used to dream ‘bout this, now I live what I say,
Now they all wanna eat, but ain't help with the plate,
I was down bad, couldn't get no assist,
Now my wrist on flood like a hurricane hit!
Used to run packs just to keep on the lights,
Now my name in the sky like I book me a flight,
Turned my lows to a win, turned my pain into checks,
Every loss was a lesson, every move was a flex.
(Yeah!) Came from the trenches, now I’m too paid,
Told ‘em I was different, now they too late,
Cuttin’ off the leeches, keep the crew straight,
Only real ones eatin’, get a new plate!
(Huh!) Hood royalty, check my crown,
Made it out the mud, now they want me down,
Talk big money when I’m in yo' town,
But if you wasn’t real, don’t come around!
(Yeah!) Hood royalty, talk my talk,
Only bosses step, only bosses walk,
Never played checkers, all I know is chalk,
When I make my moves, bet they call it art!
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Icy_Rain
Member since January 13 2023