Monarchy ft. Lord Simmy Lyrics

This is the Monarchy

Coming from poverty

Ain't nobody stopping me

That's how it got to be

I'm the big dog now

Push your ass to the ground

Don't you dare make a sound

Cause when I hear the chatter

I'll make your damn brain splatter

I'll make your windows shatter

My pockets only getting fatter

I'm counting up my checks

I'm straight out of the projects

You better?

That's nonsense

MOThree fell, well I'm next

Kevin sent me a text

Simmy we got the beat ready let's head out and flex

I got these bitches in recluse

Sometimes I let my gat loose

Last I heard of him he was hanging from a noose

There ain't a lot of air left

But I'm spitting heat

So the fire won't rest, hey

I got diamonds in my links

Y'all got problems with your links

Grab a life vest before you sink

You finna die before you blink

I don't complain when it rain

I don't do music for fame

I do it to be sane

I ain't playing these games, K-One

Y'all ain't ready for royalty

Y'all ain't got no loyalty

Even though this is the Monarchy

I'm going to still kill all y'all probably

Even while drinking that molly

Rap will be my property

K-One, K-One

All y'all lame rappers gotta go

But I ain't the biggest in the game though

This ain't Simmy on a beat hoe

This is Simmy on a fucking feature yo

All of these niggas are lame

Hop in the bitch with my gang

Hopped in a Ferrari switch lanes

No I can not ever change

Knowing I'm staying the same

My shooters gonna shoot up the range

Know that we shooting with range

I'm playing with fire Lui Kane

All of my niggas are strange

All of my niggas are strange

That little girl saying I'm next

I'm mixing Lean with the X

I be on her Tec

You be on that stretch

He said he want beef

Ran up and got stretched

I be in Miami

Just went to LA

Smoke some Cali weed and went outer space

You know me and Simmy come around with the blicky

Trynna hang in our city better bring me a fifty

Yea the perckys is heat told her she better not leave with no heat, Yea

This is the top of my game Y'all fuckers still the same

And these bitches gettin' lame, K-One

All these bitches lame stay the same

Some things just never change

Got one too many rounds in my clip I got to empty some on y'all real quick

Bop, Bop, Bop Bop Bop Bop Bop

He got the wrong disposition

That's why he on my oppositon

You'll never be in my position

Molly whipping my blood in Cartel now he stay up in the kitchen

You know I'm boutta blow when it's your time to go

Just know when it's time to blow it's time to blow

Bitch you know I'm the GOAT push my dick down your throat

Yea you know he's that nigga quit playing

Y'all just tuned in, to the biggest ever

KING ORTIZ, Lord Simmie, Modder Kevin

Man you know when we all get on a song it's gonna be fire come on man you know what's up

Best song of twenty twenty two

Monarchy

That's what's up

Let's go