Royalist
Issa Gold Lyrics


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She hit me up like where you at, I'm with my hittas
Small circle of winners smoking, plotting on my business
She like fuck them niggas with you
Everytime I hit you
You ain't never 'round, you missing
Talking 'bout you a commitment
I'll be back and forth
Like I'm on a court, I'm tryna play the course
Taking notes
Tryna win a sport but nigga only lost
She chasing nostalgia
I'm taming my karma
Everytime I call her she be with it I just stall up
I'll be fronting, cause I got something
I didn't [?], it ain't nothing
I tell her [?]
I know I love it
She fresh out the shower, I tell I roll my marijuana
I be sipping colada like i'm on a beach in Cubana
She equip with the drama, until I fuck that bitch so proper
Young indigo prophet, my nigga ain't no way to stop it
I be touring, Im somewhere foreign
You know I'm whoring
When I'm back around the state
You know she back up on my plate
She know she can't lead the king
Her highness my favorite, royalist
Yeah she trust in God, but nigga heaven sent
Tryna get back, to the point where we could prosper
But the princess is a bitch, she turn a nigga from gold back to copper

She know she can't lead the king
Her highness my favorite, royalist
Yeah she trust in God, but nigga heaven sent
Tryna get back, to the point where we could prosper
But the princess is a bitch, she turn a nigga from gold back to copper

Mind of gold, i showed her
That's what i demote her
When she meet me [?] she can't reach my motorola
I be out, leave a nigga alone
Dont't hit up my phone
Unless you need a nigga come and bone and put you in your zone
Coast to coast, need to check my post
Nigga always ghost
Reefer smoke
[?] in my clothes, the airport let me go
While i'm flying niggas sipping whine
First try, she recline
Still divine, lyrics in my mind i think i jot 'em down
On my way back to the Stuy, around the realest
New York City state of mind, my nigga no one keep it triller
When i land
Gotta hit up before that sour stank, that's super dank
Spent some [?], so i hit the bank
Go to my Corolla
Pick my phone up, call her
What you doing? Come over [?] drinks and marijuana
She said "Nigga hold up
Your girl ain't 'gon show up?"
I'm like "bitch don't worry 'bout it come get your shit tore up"

She know she can't lead the king
Her highness my favorite, royalist
Yeah she trust in God, but nigga heaven sent
Tryna get back, to the point where we could prosper
But the princess is a bitch, she turn a nigga from gold back to copper
She know she can't lead the king
Her highness my favorite, royalist
Yeah she trust in God, but nigga heaven sent




Tryna get back, to the point where we could prosper
But the princess is a bitch, she turn a nigga from gold back to copper

Overall Meaning

In "Royalist" by Issa Gold, the rapper talks about his complicated relationship with a woman who wants to be with him but also seems to hold him back. The song starts with the woman texting him, asking where he is and questioning why he's never around. Issa Gold responds by saying he's committed to his goals but admits he's not always reliable. He compares his situation to playing a sport, where he's trying to win but keeps losing.


Throughout the song, Issa Gold shares his frustration with this woman, who he describes as a "princess" but also a "bitch" who turns him from "gold back to copper." Despite their difficulties, he still has strong feelings for her and spends time with her smoking and drinking. The song ends with Issa Gold telling the woman to come over, indicating that he's not ready to give up on their relationship.


Overall, "Royalist" is a complex portrayal of a relationship that's both passionate and troubled. Issa Gold's lyrics capture the push and pull of his connection with this woman, highlighting the way she both inspires and frustrates him. The song also touches on themes of ambition and the struggle to achieve one's goals while navigating personal relationships.


Line by Line Meaning

She hit me up like where you at, I'm with my hittas
She contacts me to know my whereabouts, and tells me she's hanging out with her close friends


Small circle of winners smoking, plotting on my business
We're a tight group of successful people, smoking as we discuss my future plans


She like fuck them niggas with you
She doesn't care about the other people I'm with


Everytime I hit you/You ain't never 'round, you missing
Every time I contact you, you're never available, I miss you


Talking 'bout you a commitment/I'll be back and forth/Like I'm on a court, I'm tryna play the course
You tell me you want a commitment from me, but I can't promise to always be around, I'm trying to navigate life like a game


Taking notes/Tryna win a sport but nigga only lost
I'm taking notes and trying to succeed, but I feel like I'm losing


She chasing nostalgia/I'm taming my karma
She's focusing on the past, while I'm trying to make up for past mistakes


Everytime I call her she be with it I just stall up
Whenever I contact her, she's ready to see me, but I hesitate


I'll be fronting, cause I got something/I didn't [?], it ain't nothing
I'm pretending to be busy or unavailable because I have something else going on, even though it's not really important


I tell her [?]/I know I love it
I reassure her that everything is okay, but I secretly enjoy the suspense


She fresh out the shower, I tell I roll my marijuana
She just got out of the shower, and I tell her I'm going to roll some weed


I be sipping colada like i'm on a beach in Cubana
I'm drinking pina coladas like I'm on a beach in Cuba


She equip with the drama, until I fuck that bitch so proper
She always brings drama, until we have sex and she's satisfied


Young indigo prophet, my nigga ain't no way to stop it
I'm a young, insightful and intuitive person, there's no stopping me


I be touring, Im somewhere foreign/You know I'm whoring
I'm always touring and traveling to different places, and sometimes I indulge in promiscuous behavior


When I'm back around the state/You know she back up on my plate
When I'm back in town, she comes back into my life


She know she can't lead the king/Her highness my favorite, royalist
She knows she can't control me, but she's still my favorite


Yeah she trust in God, but nigga heaven sent
She believes in God, and thinks I was a gift from heaven


Tryna get back, to the point where we could prosper/But the princess is a bitch, she turn a nigga from gold back to copper
We're trying to rebuild our relationship, but she keeps messing it up and causing problems




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DocM

This is so nostalgic to me!!! Damnnn, forget about this track!!! Revisiting this project after Tempus, which is a masterpiece, easily AOTY contender!! This classic Issa though bangs!!!❤💚

luis garcia

So underrated ❤❤💚 had to reminisce much love to the beast coast familia

Peenus Man

had to return to this banger

i miss these days bruh

Océane R

sameeee

Nemanja Rilak

@Océane R same samee

Antoine de veyrac

that guitar doe

S.A.G.E

The beginning of the song reminds me of the movie "The Trip"

Jaimie Lannister

amazing

Klad

BEASTCOAST

Kyle Gray

Lyrics is embossed

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