เพลง Loyalty v. Royalty (Acapella|Explicit)

Loyalty v. Royalty (Explicit) - Belly/Gil Scott-Heron

Lyrics by：Faris Al-Majed/Ahmad Balshe/Richard Munoz

Composed by：Faris Al-Majed/Ahmad Balshe/Richard Munoz

Produced by：Hit-Boy/Corbett

So a lot of the vibes a lot of the spirit

A lot of the attitude is very similar

Which is about calling a spade a spade you know

Like saying what it is

Like somebody can get over on you and steal it

You might not be able to get your bread back

But you don't have to be quiet about it

I was dead broke borrowing money

Never got acknowledgment from artists borrowing from me

I don't want the royalties but when's the loyalty coming

'Cause the person that you've become is so unbecoming

Who the **** did you summon Demons

I'm mad you had to miss the whole come-up

But you was with me for the cold summers

I was spazzin' back when Manchin was jackin' Forerunners

Walkin' round with bolt-cutters for the whole summer

**** I was on Adderall Ritalin Vyvanse

Felt like Ayatollah in the city that I ran

Whippin' in frying pans puttin' fiends on a diet plan

Put a pound of lean on my diaphragm

Five bands just to get you hit like a by stand errr

Couldn't snitch if I wanted to my life is a blur

I got the rifle tryna' stifle the urge

I want the same legacy that Michael deserve

***** **** what you heard

I don't turn it into anything

I just speak on it the way it

Looks to me yeah that's right

Well it's the theater of the absurd you know

And I'm like **** the only

Way that I could change it

Would be to act serious about

Something that looks ridiculous

It's too late now

Who's the one lookin' two-faced now

My girl got the blue face AP and the screw face down

So I'm skatin' on these ******* like I'm Lupe now

I won't trust you with consignment told 'em to pay now

Before I gotta put a hollow in your toupee now

***** give me my flowers and my bouquet now touché

Every rapper gettin' soufflé'd now

Every day I smoke a bag of this Kush

I would leave for good and never look back if I could

Yesterday I made a hit list and

Stapled it to a map of the woods

******* crooks you could never

Give me back what you took

They had it in for me

Couldn't stand the thought of me havin' infamy

Two guns four drums that's a tympani

Hollows sing some hum that's a symphony

What's the sense in me tellin' truth if they censor me

There it is

And a lot of folks who had thought about that said

Gee yep you know right bingo I think about that sometimes

Right so I don't think that just

Stretching it to make it funny

I think it's distressing to make it anything else

There's so many things to draw from your material