Royalty (feat. Ky-Mani Marley, Stefflon Don & Vybz Kartel)

Royalty, in my bloodline
Those soldiers shout on these front lines
Don't know why, know why
But demons come to test us sometimes
In my game for a long time
Defeat where you're stuck
Royalty, in my bloodline
Those soldiers shout on these front lines
Don't know why, know why
But demons come to test us sometimes
In my game for a long time
Defeat where you're stuck

Yeah, I gotta
Big up, you
Big up, you, big up, you
Buy a car and land for you
Use bad guys for their cash when the mortgage's due
Big up, you
Big up, you, big up, you
Girls in Kingston gotta shake their bodies when they hear me on this one
Man, what's cool is that shit changes
When you use me for the money and the cars, yeah the big range
Yeah, it's funny how shit changes
Poor girl wants a young dude's drawers, that shit stains
In a poor house, Biscayne
Now I'm in the coupe with a crib, like Chris Paul
Never can forget all the nights it was just pain
Now I'm coming for the throne, don't forget, man

Royalty, in my bloodline
Those soldiers shout on these front lines
Don't know why, know why
But demons come to test us sometimes
In my game for a long time
Defeat where you're stuck

A lot of things are getting shut down, iced out rings won't come off
Clean since I was born, tell a girl to take it off
We can't stall, we rise, we take off
(We make the boys do what they do)
'Cause the girls set trends, name just bubbles on the ends
Tick, I tick on the something 'til it bends
We ain't friends with haters, we ain't scared of them (we ain't scared)
Win, we win 'til the end

Royalty, in my bloodline
Those soldiers shout on these front lines
Don't know why, know why
But demons come to test us sometimes
In my game for a long time
Defeat where you're stuck

His Imperial Majesty, Haile Selassie, so we royal
Triple X crew, so we loyal
Big booty, thick girl, broad girl
Come here, back it up girl, give a whine, mhm hm
Bend it over in a 10 and in a 9, mhm hm
Miami girl, Caribbean whine
Yardie says, you a real buddy bruka
Yankie says, you a bad motherfucker
Ky-Mani, who wants to war?
We can work the army
War like Irani
Man grimy, crimy
Can't style me, parrie
Man Triple X to Tentacion
Pull up on them ends like a taxi man
Nah spray cologne, we spray hot metal
Cho man!
Real bad man like Sandokan
Real hot girl badman go on
Wherever we walk, the street governs
No fairytale, no Alice, no Peter Pan
Versace style, Louis V pattern
We hit the street hard, no FIFA
Plan to kick you from Mobay, Halfway Tree you land
We born to get dough, no need no man
We life a sort, ask the reader man
We balls a work, we the breeder and
Ain't laughing with it, badman Riddim
Smoke high grade and fly like a pigeon
Real badman, we don't have to have an image
Score like scrimmage in any girl village
Fuck them wicked and squeeze out liquid
Sharp shooter like big lip bigot
Gotta live twice to do things that they did
TJ, tell them we're wild and wicked!

Royalty, in my bloodline
Those soldiers shout on these front lines
Don't know why, know why
But demons come to test us sometimes
In my game for a long time
Defeat where you're stuck