Pendulum - Royce 5'9, Ashley Sorrell

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

When it ain’t nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch

Ain’t nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick

Ain’t nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich

As the Lord swings the pendulum

Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal

All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel)

All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill)

Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

All y’all dudes is straight facades, you just lie and scheme

Mark Cuban 'round your shooters, you just buy a team

Started beef on IG and hide behind a meme

Dark secrets, closet probably look like Halloween

Y’all come out the closet just to market y’all new garbage

I’m inside your bitch apartment, dick is parked about nine inches in the carcass

Like Mister Marcus

Too narcissistic to be licking carpet

Too artistic to nut, this a catharsis

Fuck all that shit you talking

Y’all won’t stand, y’all won’t kneel, all y’all with is marching

Hard labor for your racist Caucasian bosses

Talkin' straight into a wire while it’s taped across you

I’m still learning, wheels turning, tryin' to get the fortune

My side chick is still burning out, my dick is scorching

Talkin' 'bout, «I think I’m pregnant, I’m not with abortion»

Any child that slides out you is an instant orphan

That’s why it’s nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch

It ain’t nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick

It ain’t nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich

As the Lord swings the pendulum

Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal

All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel)

All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill)

Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill

Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

As the Lord swings the pendulum

'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum

Your video got four million hits

Oh shit, somebody told you, «You're rich»

You been mixing up your passion with your goals for that fix

For that rose, for that risk, for that blow, for that sniff

I was still a slave just four hundred years ago

Going massive for a cracker wearing a robe

And I just did a deal for my masters and my soul

For that whip, whole clan is in the Phantom

Damn, the roles have been switched

Look, I’m tryna just survive until my payday

Dodging these piranhas tryna rob me, thots around me hollering, «Date rape»

This bitch that’s with me now, all she like to do is kiss and sixty-nine

All she gets is time, shit, I ain’t signed to TreyWay

Now, I’m falling in a downward spiral

My main ho is Bow Wow’s side ho with «model» in the bio

I’m startin' to sound dated

'Cause I ain’t paid attention to the climate since the Nae-Nae

I remember sprayin' Cris', hanging, playin' Hurricane Chris, «Ayy, Bay, Bay»

Now I’m syrup sipping, can’t sniff, playin' «Dre Day»

Now, don’t nobody come and kick it, damn, Pelé

Wishin' that I had one wish, playin' Ray J

I feel like I’m sittin' on a plane that’s goin' down

And I’m a pigeon with no wings, sayin', «Mayday»

Calm down, it’s your pilot, first class the way you flyin'

Fuck them niggas that’s in coach

They too far, can’t see you rollin'

Mad that Coach designed your coat

I seen it all before, one-minute-later shit

The next one, niggas ain’t gotta commode to take a shit in

Now they in they feelings, reminiscin'

Talkin' 'bout, «Remember when in,» nigga, no, I don’t

If it ain’t business, we ain’t never spoke

Don’t try to stop me when I’m in the airport

To take a pic, 'cause I won’t even pose with you posers

Sorry, I don’t know ya

On my mama, nigga

This my shit, nigga, I’m taking it right now, nigga

2019 is my year

I recorded the whole mixtape in 24 hours, nigga

And I dropped it the next day, on MyMixt—

You niggas is trash bruh, making all this trash ass fucking music, bruh

Saturatin' the fucking game, bruh, get the fuck out of my wave, bruh

I sat back 2018, I sat back 2017, and watch all you lame ass rap niggas bruh,

sit down and fuck the whole rap game up, bruh

Trolling and shit, bruh