- Royce Da 59" Pendulum 歌詞
- Royce Da 59"
- As the Lord swings the pendulum
Round and round, the Lord swings the pendulum
As the Lord swings the pendulum
Round and round, the Lord swings the pendulum
When it aint nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a b*tch
Aint nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick
Aint nothing left to eat for the po, but the rich
As the Lord swings the pendulum
Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal
All my people gon be speaking what they feel (What they feel)
All my people gon be eating what they kill (What they kill)
Rob the rich and leave em with the f*cking bill
N*gga, we gon rob the rich and leave em with the f*cking bill
We gon rob the rich and leave em with the f*cking bill
Rob the rich and leave em with the f*cking bill
Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell
As the Lord swings the pendulum
Round and round, the Lord swings the pendulum
Round and round , the Lord swings the pendulum
As the Lord swings the pendulum
Round and round, the Lord swings the pendulum
All yall dudes is straight facades, you just lie and scheme
Mark Cuban round your shooters , you just buy a team
Started beef on IG and hide behind a meme
Dark secrets, closet probably look like Halloween
Yall come out the closet just to market yall new garbage
Im inside your b *tch apartment, d*ck is parked about nine inches in the carcass
Like Mister Marcus
Too narcissistic tobe licking carpet
Too artistic to nut, this a catharsis
F*ck all that sh*t you talking
Yall wont stand, yall wont kneel, all yall with is marching
Hard labor for your racist Caucasian bosses
Talkin straight into a wire while its taped across you
Im still learning, wheels turning, tryin to get the fortune
My side chick is still burning out, my d*ck is scorching
Talkin bout, 'I think Im pregnant, Im not with abortion'
Any child that slides out you is an instant orphan
Thats why its nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a b*tch
It aint nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick
It aint nothing left to eat for the po, but the rich
As the Lord swings the pendulum
Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal
All my people gon be speaking what they feel (What they feel)
All my people gon be eating what they kill (What they kill)
Rob the rich and leave em with the f*cking bill
N*gga, we gon rob the rich and leave em with the f*cking bill
We gon rob the rich and leave em with the f*cking bill
Rob the rich and leave em with the f* cking bill
Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell
As the Lord swings the pendulum
Round and round, the Lord swings the pendulum
Round and round, the Lord swings the pendulum
As the Lord swings the pendulum
Round and round, the Lord swings the pendulum
Your video got fourmillion hits
Oh sh*t, somebody told you, 'Youre rich'
You been mixing up your passion with your goals for that fix
For that rose, for that risk, for that blow, for that sniff
I was still a slave just four hundred years ago
Going massive for a cracker wearing a robe
And I just did a deal for my masters and my soul
For that whip, whole clan is in the Phantom
Damn, the roles have been switched
Look, Im tryna just survive until my payday
Dodging these piranhas tryna rob me, thots around me hollering, 'Date rape'
This b* tch thats with me now, all she like to do is kiss and sixty-nine
All she gets is time, sh*t, I aint signed to TreyWay
Now, Im falling in a downward spiral
My main ho is Bow Wows side ho with 'model' in the bio
Im startin to sound dated
Cause I aint paid attention to the climate since the Nae-Nae
I remember sprayin Cris, hanging, playin Hurricane Chris, 'Ayy, Bay, Bay'
Now Im syrup sipping, cant sniff, playin 'Dre Day'
Now, dont nobody come and kick it, damn, Pelé
Wishin that I had one wish, playin Ray J
I feel like Im sittin on a plane thats goin down
And Im a pigeon with no wings, sayin, 'Mayday'
Calm down, its your pilot, first class the way you flyin
F*ck them n*ggas thats in coach
They too far, cant see you rollin
Mad that Coach designed your coat
I seen it all before, one-minute-later sh*t
The next one, n*ggas aint gotta commode to take a sh*t in
Now they in they feelings, reminiscin
Talkin bout, 'Remember when in,' n*gga, no, I dont
If it aint business, we aint never spoke
Dont try to stop me when Im in the airport
To take a pic , cause I wont even pose with you posers
Sorry, I dont know ya
On my mama, n*gga
This my sh*t, n*gga, Im taking it right now, n*gga
2019 is my year
I recorded the whole mixtape in 24 hours, n*gga
And I dropped it the next day, on MyMixt
You n*ggas is trash bruh, making all this trash ass f*cking music, bruh
Saturatin the f*cking game, bruh, get the f*ck out of my wave, bruh
I sat back 2018, I sat back 2017, and watch all you lame ass rap n*ggas bruh
Sit down and f*ck the whole rap game up, bruh
Trolling and sh*t, bruh
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