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jay royale - the iron lyrics

[verse 1:jay royale]
they say the pen is mightier than the sword is
catch me enjoying life in the (whitest??) forces
rap critics try to slap me like i’m not enormous
cross me n+gga and it’s rigor mortis
in the trap off the bench, harvey dent i was flipping quarters
six n+ggas with the bl!cky on us new(??) religion
(rickey jonas??) polo white t sheisty
bar for bar, y’all ain’t n0body rhyming like me
i’m a pisces icy peas, different colored nikes
with the camera phone fl!cking pictures of your wifey
jewels indеpendent moves indеpendent
behind all lose (??)while my dudes in the trenches
we play the streets like air bubbles and acgs
hate police with a passion to say the least
you even getting greater getting paper, or getting favors
or get caught slippin like amateur figure skaters
why you think on it the spring on it
the spring full with bomb tracks ’til contracts got ink on it
the foreclosure with money to fork over
it’s royale, the jeep grand cherokee door closer
it’s for my n+ggas that tell a story through prison tats
no fabricating i’m spittin facts
and rap i’m thirstin howl with the polo towel
n+gga you staring at a smoking barrel
[verse 2:benny the butcher]
look, you know me i’m a hustler in real life
young n+gga ran my numbers up i’m cutting the pale white
it’s for them six digit hustlers who know what it feels like
to ball and ball b+tches who spend that chanel price, uh
my dawg said he talk to mexicans one day
and he think he got a metric ton on the way
sellin, dawg you get an extra one off of eight
middle of a war with an extra gun on my waist
i made one, ain’t had sh+t for them questions
they go to jail they barely through the fence when they checking
how them bag bricks from the rich to the western
suspicious car follow me through six intersections
all my n+ggas rich i don’t mix with no peasants
they get you quick in a hit when you wrestling
car full of bl!cks for a clip in the f&n
we on bullsh+t shooting quick like i’m stephon
i was in the hills getting hollywood neck
the hood love me though, ’cause they ain’t go hollywood yet
bad form bro yeah, that’s my hollywood flex
my last bird i got nice and a lot of good rest
they on pro tools talking how they toast you
but i’m one of them you gotta go through, uh
address what n+gga approach who i’m phil to lebron
i coach the n+ggas that coached you
[outro cuts:]
“go together like tecs and .9 sh+lls
swiss cheese you and cover it up like roswell”
“blow holes in your clothes, won’t quit firing”

- jay royale lyrics

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