Royal Flow - mike.

Man, I don’t get it

Why’s everybody in a hurry?

See, there’s a big difference between being hungry and thirsty

We know what we want, we just go about it differently

The hungry person work for it, the thirsty want it instantly

But they should know first that shortcuts don’t work

Word to Miley Cyrus and her fucking hairstylist

And no, this ain’t no diss it’s just a simile

Cause if you think this about her, then homie you ain’t really listening

I hope you’re getting it

I’m talking to these artists that spending they money boosting they numbers up

on the Internet

Y’all got it twisted, we forgetting what’s important

People buying fake fans, man I’d rather get some Jordans

And rock 'em for the real ones that’s coming to your show

They yell and say «what's up» when they see you on the road

Let’s get it in perspective for a second

If your followers are fake, then who the hell gon' buy your records?

Nobody, nobody, nobody

And understand that I’m sticking to my plan

Now I’m feeling like some royalty

Yeah, got me feeling

I swear to God, got me feeling like some royalty

Yeah, got me feeling

I swear to God, got me feeling like some royalty

I had a dollar and a dream, that was all I needed

Went from sitting in class to shows every weekend

Kept my foot on the gas, and now you know I’m beastin'

Believe that

Working hard so my mama and father can relax

So give me the mic and watch me kill this shit

Staying up through every night just so you feel this shit

Just give me a listen, it ain’t no gimmick boy, I live this shit

Couple bad bitches cooking up dishes where my kitchen is

Oh, what a feeling bitch

You gotta hate it

Invited to the VMAs and I ain’t try to make it

Cause I ain’t going till I’m motherfucking nominated

Only regret is I didn’t get to see Gaga naked

And now I’m saying «fuck a blogger, fuck a genre, and they limitations»

Fuck they meetings and they events and they invitations

Cause I don’t need that

No, keep my mind where my feet at

Ain’t nobody gon' stop me

Nobody, nobody, nobody