Royals no Pelô

[Intro: GAWVI] Hit it! Blurry, blur—, ah-ah-ah-ah Blurry, blur—, ah-ah-ah-ah [Chorus: GAWVI] Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin’ with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the trauma Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin’ with the deals and the dollars On my 45 took my papa, yeah Bullies wanna execute and hurt me [Verse 1: GAWVI] Got me out here feelin' tied up Comin' at my soul with the drama Aiming for the ring like the Finals See 'em tryna ball with the violence I cannot believe they schemin' now, they don't know what's up I've been up ’til 6 A.M. on my Breakfast Club Powered on that 105, we ain’t worried Young hitta, early thirties Had me waitin' in the sidelines to be buried I be callin’ on Jesus, I need mercy I need a peace of mind for this crazy time Lately, I've been on Jeremiah 29 I've been feelin' like Jordan Zoom, zoom, and I’m feelin' so exhausted, yep Switch up, I'm in it now, this a round Facilitating on the fly [Chorus: GAWVI] Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the trauma Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars On my 45 took my papa, yeah Bullies wanna execute and hurt me [Verse 2: Parris Chariz & GAWVI] Yeah, all these odds gon' make me strap up I gotta ball can't do no backups The P for Pharaoh, you'll get wrapped up I'm not your man, I'm a master Ayy, big dawg, your whole style has been ripped off Couldn't get to P, so now she pissed off Yeah, I know that game ain't talkin' about tip-off I took the beat and it's a kickoff I just do me, I can't do scripts, dawg I whip up work until my wrist locked Had to grab the ice and put it on wrist, dawg Ain't got a ring, so they don't miss ya The game cold, six in the morning in rain, snow I'm flame throwin', they cannot see me, I'm John Cena, the pain showin' I am not lyin', the mane glowin', they know it's real I cannot buy what a lame growin', we know the field Came from the lowest land, we know the kill But keep it clean, we got it sealed, okay Ayy, it's 45, they need a deal Yeah, big rings, my God is real Oh, Lord (Tommy) [Verse 3: Tommy Royale] A mí me dicen nene 45 Cuídao que te brinco como un .47 (Prr-ra) Chamaco, ¿dice' que tú ere' calle? Pero no lo invente', si no tiene' marbete ¿Quién tiene más flow que yo? ¿Quién dice "no"? El respaldo lo tengo de Dios (Eh-eh) Quién tiene el piquete y el ambiance Un angelito, pero no se le olvida el flow (Prrra) Así que síguelo, sigue, no pare' Siguen sucio en el hamper (Yeah) Escondido' están tirando, yo le' digo "Los Campers" (Uh-wuh) Yo le dije que soy bravo, ya me dice Alexander (Yah) Bastante me pelearon, no me dieron el chance Flaco en Miami como Peter La Anguila (Uh-wuh) ¿No te gusta el estilo? Ah, pues ponte en Fila Tanta' bendicione', 'toy peleando la mía Sepa que Tommy vino de la nada y está matando la liga [Chorus: GAWVI] Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars I'm about to fight all the trauma Yeah, all I wanna do is wear the jersey Got me out here lookin' blurry Gunnin' with the deals and the dollars On my 45 took my papa, yeah Bullies wanna execute and hurt me [Outro: Tommy Royale] Tommy con GAWVI Parris Chariz Una pregunta, ¿ustede' se cree perfecto'? Dale, y si son perfecto' pue' tira la primera piedra, ¿me entiende, papá? Jaja Somo' "Lo' Heathens," jajajaja