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Yeah…

This that pain they don’t talk about

Royal blood, broken roads, same crown, same route

Listen…

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My brother the Prince of Persia, fire burn in his eyes

Palace walls whisper stories when the moonlight rise

Jon an op, yeah a cop, but he slick on the block

Put that pressure on a woman, leave her fiendin’, in shock

Law badge on his chest, but he move like a thief

Half saint, half sinner, play it cool with the heat

Persian prince, royal veins, but he ride in the dark

Every step, every move, leave a permanent mark

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Then it’s Nick, runnin’ streets, man, he barely could eat

Grew up broken in the struggle, but he don’t skip a beat

Poverty inside his pocket, pain heavy in his chest

Dreams bigger than the city, put his hustle to the test

From the corner to the jungle, he was fightin’ to breathe

Carve a throne out of nothing, wear his heart on his sleeve

Every night another gamble, tryna make it alive

Had the reaper on his shoulder, but he still gon’ survive

Then the Audi came shining, first whip, first taste

Had to race with his demons, almost lost in the chase

But he made it through the fire, still scarred, still alive

Now the King of Nigeria, whole bloodline thrive

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Fuck with me, you gon’ catch a case of excited delirium

Heartbeat racing, no doctor alive can be curing ’em

Nick ran the streets, now he royal, that’s imperial

Syrian Siberian, too cold, ethereal

Crown too heavy, but we carry it superior

Move with the gods, everything else… trivial

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Now me, no pussy credentials, I don’t bend, I don’t fold

Syrian Siberian, born to conquer the cold

Make you catch delirium if you play with my line

Lost breath, lost hope, lose control of your mind

I’m credentials off scars, I don’t rap, I reveal

Every wound is a weapon, every verse is the steel

From Persia to Nigeria, I’m the heir they can’t see

But the throne don’t move—nah, the throne move me

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Jon the op, Nick alive in the Audi

I’m the last of the line, can’t nobody out me

Blood in the streets, but the crown still in sight

From the pain came the kingdom, from the dark came the light

No pussy credentials, just thrones in the fight

Syrian Siberian — cross me, end your life