[Verse 1:Kid Kold]
Royalty
It don't run in my blood
Feet up on my sofa with ramen noodles stirred in my cup
Looking up at the television screen
As I tie my beat up chucks
Thinking man
This shit kinda sucks
Hit the block couple singles in my wallet
Got million dollar ideas
But couldn't afford to get em accomplished
Would rob the world for all it's got
If I had an accomplice
So I remain lost like damn man where the hell is my compass?
I chill with degenerates
That are prone to get violent like mosh pits
Waiting to seize an opportunity
Then keep it hostage
I'd like to think I'm god sent
Check the scriptures
Hidden you will probably find one of my recent pictures
But who am I kidding
Maybe I wasn't built for luxurious living
Maybe I'm suppose to be in debt to Uncle Sam
Getting paid minimum wage
And that ain't enough to feed my fam
Blue bloods
Let's trade shoes
Them Berluti's dude?
Damn
[Hook:Lorde]
And we'll never be royals(royals)
It don't run in our blood
That kind of lux just ain't for us
We crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler (ruler), you can call me Queen Bee
And baby I'll rule (I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule...)
Let me live that fantasy
[Verse 2:Kid Kold]
Money?
Respect?
Prosperity?
With some admiration towards me?
Let me live that fantasy
Tired of catching a packed train to 33rd street
I wanna stuff fine dames
In a limousine
Forget a g'shock
I wanna Audemar
Forget my skateboard
I wanna grip the wheels of sports car
Expensive taste
For a kid eating off paper plates
At the nearest dollar pizza place
Who from time to time is equipped with Some extra funds
But spends it all on equipment
So he's always broke son
Parents upset with my path chosen
They may have made me
But their ownership is still a patent pending
Till the images I project to them are comprehensive
The intellect is there
I've come to terms with my reality and had it apprehended
Thoughts of my future has had me acting apprehensive
Because if my fantasy is something I'm not destined
Then to be quite frank kid
The game is over
I'm screwed