The Whole Thing

[Verse 1]

(Yea!) (Uh!) (Turn up!)
Old school whip, new school clothes
Write how I feel yo, I be kickin' it, field goal (It's Royalty)
Smokin' the real dro
Ya'll itchin' to imitate it
I hang with a different crew salute when initiated
Come for that whole pie
I'm not intimidated
I stay with that high class, my presence be understated
Stand on my own two, and really I mean that
These suckers that lean back, they sit on a bean bag, chair
Nice guy but a mean swag
Not much for talking though, I said it and I mean that
Yea, new jewels make a scene splash
With green in my green bag
I sip and we toast up
Couple shots down, two step then we post up
You know how my niggas go ham; like a cold cut
Hands everywhere, I'm stirring everybody
But you know a nigga royalty, I'm good in every spot (what up)

[Hook]

Alone we don't need a thing
Your man upfront but we pull the strings
Drop down so I'm so I'm the new king
Fuck what they all scratched I won the whole thing
With some more shit you've never seen
Your man on tour but we live a dream
Straight chick pop ass, but she in her jeans
I told her stop frontin', I want the whole thing

[Verse 2]

Diplo shit
Visit Miami pop a bottle on the beach
With weed and it's plenty
Bad itches in my face, I'm leaving with anybody
Who spanish with plenty body, she ride it like Maserati
She poppin' it like Ducati
Yea I'm a menace but I'm also like a young G
I handled business last Sunday up in Peachtree
I handle Lenox, from the jips since I started man
So let me finish it
Got rain checks, stormy weather, still the same, slickest ever
Still the same, pushin game, salt and pepper
Fuel the flames
S.S. new flex, it's whatever
Throw the fives on the ride, make the ride ride better
I'm fly like feathers, see you fly like never
Straight jumping over niggas, play the game like checkers (ya heard?)
King shit, crown us
We build the building, from the ground up

[Hook]