Royalty Check

[Intro]
Yeah
Huh
(Cash)
Look
[Verse 1]
Talk like a king, I collect my fee
Whole scene kneel when they mention me (kneel)
Chain so loud, need a earpiece, please
Still walk in quiet, but the floor say "freeze"
Big step, red dirt on the sole
Turn beef to a plate, that’s a Sunday roll (uh)
Say she top tier, said she run that seat
Told her, "Show me the crown, I don’t talk, I eat" (eat)
Born in the mud, made the mud my throne
Turned every side-eye to a milestone (yeah)
You post, I profit, that’s my domain
Whole lane in my name, that’s a bloodstain
[Chorus]
I don’t chase, I collect, that’s a royalty check (check)
You can flex, I invest, make the rumors my rep (rep)
Talk loud, cut deep, but you ain’t cut yet (nah)
Got ’em mad, got ’em pressed, that’s a royalty check (ayy)
I don’t chase, I collect, that’s a royalty check (run it)
Bet the house, lose the keys, tryna play my bet (stupid)
Crown heavy on my head, make the whole room sweat
Every name in your mouth, that’s my royalty check
[Verse 2]
She slide to the booth with a smirk on ten
Said, "Move that seat, let a queen walk in" (queen)
Got claws in her heels, got venom on her tongue
Every word cut clean like a scalpel run
She said, "You count bread, but I bake that loaf" (bake)
Flip dead weight to a fur-lined coat
Got ‘em lined outside tryna taste that fame
But they choke on my name when they speak that claim (choke)
I said, "Match my pace, not my page"
You stuck on a post, I’m stuck on a wage
She laughed, said, "Boy, I turn streams to land"
Now we toast to the hate with a ringed left hand (cheers)
[Chorus]
I don’t chase, I collect, that’s a royalty check (check)
You can flex, I invest, make the rumors my rep (rep)
Talk loud, cut deep, but you ain’t cut yet (nah)
Got ’em mad, got ’em pressed, that’s a royalty check (ayy)
I don’t chase, I collect, that’s a royalty check (run it)
Bet the house, lose the keys, tryna play my bet (stupid)
Crown heavy on my head, make the whole room sweat
Every name in your mouth, that’s my royalty check (yeah)

rap, Aggressive Southern trap bounce with crunchy low-tuned 808s and frantic hi-hats, brass stabs accenting every punchline. Male vocals snarled front and center, doubled on key end-rhymes, with a sly female ad-lib layer echoing select words. Dark, minimal synths tucked behind the horns, mix hits hard and dry for maximum attitude., frantic, male vocals, bounce, low