Tropes - Monarch lyrics

Yeah, yeah, why would you talk on my name?
I beat the shit straight out of a lame
Lil' pussy boy, gon' talk on my name
If we got problems, we gon' change his mind
I don't care, if it take some time
We gon' change his mind
I see you, and it's in good hands
Keep talking that talk, lil' boy, yeah
You ain't gon' advance
How you call me broke with all
This cash all in my hands?
Yeah, hittin' this whole ass pack
Yeah, hittin' this Jordan pack, yuh
Shit was always sunny, 'til I
Pulled up with that MAC, yuh
Shoutout to Fukkit, I'm saying, "Fuck it"
I'm hittin' buckets
I'ma just cause up a whole damn ruckus
Yeah I just hate this shit, yeah, fuck it
I don't believe the shit you sayin'
I call up my PSYOPs


And leave you to prayin'
'Cho ass up, what was you thinkin'?
Yeah we don't even talk no more
No impatiеnt

What makes you the ruler? What
Madе you the ruler?
I'm rocking a bazooka, shots
They go right through ya
It's making you look bad
Think one more time and look back
I'm pirate, get yo' loot back, yuh
Count these bodies on the ground
It's a loot bag
I can't even talk right now
I don't wan' lose that
I can see into the future, but I loop back
I can't even believe you said that shit
I move back
Yeah, how do you feel like a rockstar?
SoFaygo, I feel like a popstar
I'm running this shit like a monarch
Nobody said so, nah
I'm the plug, I feel like Lena
Yeah, I swear this shit gon' shape up
Don't treat me like I'm okay, now
Your fans don't even shift the blame, now
(I cannot handle the buck) I
Cannot handle the buck
(yeah, I cannot handle 'em, nah)
I cannot handle the bate, yuh
(I cannot handle the luck) I
Cannot handle the luck
(I cannot handle the luck) I
Cannot handle the luck
(I cannot handle the luck) I
Cannot handle the luck

Ugh, yeah, we can't talk 'bout nun'
Pussy, he gon' run
Yeah, he don't like that stuff
We make him like that stuff
What you know? Enough i can't light enough
I know you got it rough
And I can't talk enough yuh, yuh, monarch
He controls around these parts
When I walk around these parts
When it's dark
I hear the screaming people with their shards
Yeah, fell into a hole, you don't know me
Not at all
Talk about a third, third, third, third
I just wanna murk, murk, murk, murk
Ugh, 2020 gerk, gerk, gerk, gerk
Yeah, yeah, let's go back
In March, March, March, march
Yeah, yeah, I think you
Talked enough, 'nuff, 'nuff, 'nuff
Yeah, yeah, these bitches wanna
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Yeah, yeah, I think I
Had enough, 'nuff, 'nuff, 'nuff
Yeah, yeah, he just gon'
Wanna run, run, run, yuh

Yeah, yeah, this time we got two
I might win, but I might lose
You gon' lock me in my tomb, now
Look at my shoes, now look at the news, now
Why did you do us like that?
I didn't even do nun' (Ugh)

Yeah, walkin' around with a stranger
You can't make me a changer
We'll talk 'bout it later
Couple bullets, couple craters
Yeah, those injuries were major
You can't keep pretend to be in danger
Yeah, yeah
Knockin' and knockin' your doors down
I can't even escape with my bros now
I can't even escape with a bottom
I can't even escape with a column
Yeah, that shit awesome
If you got shit, then talk some
'cause that shit awesome
That's all I gotta say

Yeah, yeah, this time we got two
I might win, but I might lose
You gon' lock me in my tomb, now
Look at my shoes, now look at the news, now
Why did you do us like that?
I didn't even do nun' (Ugh)