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Yeah, you know, if you thought I was going to stop goin' in

You can ask double R, nigga

That’s Royal Rich

Could’ve been a doctor

But I chose streets

I could’ve been a lawyer

But I chose streets

Could’ve been anything I wanted to be

But I chose streets

(Nah, but be honest) Hm, the streets chose me

Yeah, you know, if you thought I was going to stop goin' in

You can ask double R, nigga

That’s Royal Rich

Started with it, I ain’t start with paper, started with nothin', uh

Droppin' out the hot bars that’ll let me hit the ground runnin', uh

I was thirteen when a young nigga just don’t know how to put it, yo

I was drivin' at fifteen got tired of the bus, ha

For the yellow cheese, I was gettin' cheese for the guy that wasn’t, and

Nigga wouldn’t try me in high school cause I had alot of buzzin'

Fuck that, I’mma take shit like bloods and

Talk like Thug when you see me in public

You the predicate, nigga, I am the subject

And I’m still goin' in but

Hey some type of way went gold yea i got my first plaque

Then my Hitta went platinum then went n got me some racks

Got a black card, Visa cards, I don’t like to walk around with cash

I might kiss in the front, just know I don’t kiss no ass

I ain’t drop no mixtape in two years, but I been still on that roll

I been here for 25 years, thank God I’m still here

But I know I gotta go, know I gotta go

You ain’t gotta go

Get money, don’t play my nigga, I ain’t never change, still goin' in

Who the fuck said I wasn’t gon' drop no mixtape?

Who the fuck y’all think I’m is?

Got alot of money, got alot of bitches, got alot of places that I still ain’t

been

But I got more problems than all of that

That’s why I’m still goin' in

Still goin' in, still goin' in

I said I’m still goin' in, I’m still goin' in

I’m still goin' in, when I start?

Hey Double R, when I start?

Royal Rich

I done made so much money, I got like four bank accounts

I put this pistol to your head, give you somethin' to think about

I ain’t on vacation, I was chilling, they thought I was in a drought

Fuck a rap career

I’ll make a transaction if it’s for the right amount

I got my hands on her she know that i feel her

Hanged with drug dealers and nuthin but killers

My money got stacked from the floor to the ceiling

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the ceiling

I ain’t have no more room in the attic, we filled it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Wanted for murder, but scoota make the beat

All i just did was killed it

I’m a rapper now but

Still goin' in aye

I told y’all niggas man

R.F style for life

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