♛ Royal Trap

Hook

Royal blueprint in my blood, I engineered the terrain

Got purists panicking, flooding they brain like a flash flood in the game

They want a box, I run the monarchy, infinite reign

Every tag a spell, I hex 'em till the whole frame break

Don't preach to me 'bout culture, I came to stake my claim

Watch them fakers crumble when the 408 hit they thin veins

Dogma a dead-end, I hop the gate, switch muthafuckin' lanes

You want a ghost? Bitch, I'm the vision that feverishly haunts yo brain

I'm Disco Princess — I do whatever I want

Bend the genre, snap the rules, royal ass never front

I'm the raging blaze, smell the smoke before you get burned by my fire

Art born out the mud, roots turned to solid slick wire

Phonetic poison, nasty — pumping toxic through your personal pipeline

No permit needed for the way this queen glide on they timeline

Brutal and gorgeous, torchin' the chorus, forces applied when I slide

(uhh — skrrt)

You call it moaning? Bitch that's my stride — lethal, surgical, clinical, I let it ride

(mmph)

Cut the traditional anchor, threw that rope in the flame

Contemporary blade, sharp precision — killing off they name

(aye — woop!)

I'm the one who slipped disco in the trap, royal status, hard-hitting on the map

I'm the one who put the royal back in rap

(hah! can't touch this!)

Every breath calculated, every syllable a deliberate attack

Still they underrated? Cute. I'm applying pressure, and that's a fact

Hook

Disco Princess — I do whatever I want

(want)

Creative as fuck, royal flow dripping, that's my font

(font)

You want a ghost? Bitch, I'm the vision that feverishly haunts yo brain

(haunt)

Bend the genre, snap the rules, royal ass never front

Break

(aye)

(mmph — yeah)

(uhh — that's right)

(oooh...)

(hah — woop)

(mmph)

Check the pattern — I'm the master architect, curator, I control the pit

Did everything they swore I never should, now they sick of the kid

(aye!)

Broke the dogma like a wrecking ball through wet concrete

Built my temple back with royal ease, summer heat on they neck, no retreat

(uhh)

I'm the gold in the vault while they counting counterfeit scraps

Before the thunder claps, bitch I already packed and collapsed

(mmph — hah)

Slow it down, let 'em marinate in the weight

This the Certified Royal Flex, queen don't hesitate

(aye — aye — woop!)

I'm the one who slipped disco in the trap, royal status, hard-hitting on the map

I'm the one who put the royal back in rap

(hah! can't touch this!)

Queen of every sequence, delivering the full load

Living evolution, lyrical bricks, steady tick — that's the Royal law and code

Innovation heavy, bitch I'm taking every seat

Get out my way while I bang out this dope beat

Creativity pouring — make you feel the heat

(hah!)

Hook

Disco Princess — I do whatever I want

(want)

Creative as fuck, royal flow dripping, that's my font

(font)

You want a ghost? Bitch, I'm the vision that feverishly haunts yo brain

(haunt)

Bend the genre, snap the rules, royal ass never front

Outro

Dogma is death

Development is life

I'm the wing and the root

I'm the edge of the knife

Move out the way

Let the creativity flood

I do whatever I want

Royal blood

(aye — yeah — woop)

You already know

Spoken

"This music was created by DiscoPrincess — Royalty of the Night"