Sol Miranda - Royal Flush

Used to rock Obey before I knew what it meant to have Swag meant
Hundreds Die Supply a little 'Preme if I had that
Spend the cheese Yellow Rat Bastard drop a knapsack
Feasting with my friends rip to times that have happened
I had to upgrade
I felt too much hate
Coming from people I shouldn't kept company
They think that I'm crazy
Jealousy gon' hate
Hard to see where I'm standing with all my light in the place
Hard to see me in standings my rank is too high in the lead
Hard to see me in stanzas my words Wilder than stampedes
Hard to see me in stances I'm prance dancing many feet
Know my movements erratic but don't worry I come in peace
Breaking off you for certain I'm merking these carnie freaks
Like the show this the circus that everyone gonna peep uh
This ain't the way it's 'sposed to be
Scarier sights with no visual effects on the screen
And we gon' flush
Flush
We gon' flush
Flush it,
Royal Flushin
Royal flushin
Royal flushing
Royal flushing
We gon' flush
Flush, flush
We gon' flush
Flush, flush
Royal Flushin
Royal flushin
Royal flushing
Royal flushin
Ion like the small talk tell me whatchu want?
A feature from The Holy Sun stuntin' on a song
A lil' something for the camera roll taunt and flaunt
To all ya friends back at home like Yo look what I got!
A relationship that don't exist my nigga
This one sided like Le'Bron playing D-League hippers
I Missed the "O" cause "I" really can't see wood peckers
Breaking down diamond walls I been building better
I can't settle I want the best so my see-in differs
I can't settle I want the rest to say they can't do better
Well put this S up as ya crest and let's change that mental
I'll bring you up if you trust that I can make that nectar
Ask me about the holy rules my game been changing with the winters
Ain't have my jacket my resistance to the wind has made me sweat hers
Always ate what they gave me now I'm getting more selective
My mom still cooking for me she made me ziti with some cheddar
Asked me which I'm liking better yellow cheese or mozzarella
I looked at her and groaned cause I don't talk to my oppressors
And I
Was out reminiscing the past
Hands on the hood don't you dare make a dash
And we gon' flush
Flush
We gon' flush
Flush it
Royal Flushin
Royal flushin
Royal flushing
Royal flushing
We gon' flush
Flush, flush
We gon' flush
Flush, flush
Royal Flushin
Royal flushin
Royal flushing
Royal flushin

Written by:
Peter Miranda

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