PRhyme PRhyme

[Produced by DJ Premier]

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9", Samples]
Gather round, gather round;
Witness the memoirs of 5'9", being read as he sees it fit
Police sirens behind him while he's drivin'
Instantly causes butterflies in his stomach even though he's legit
"Now brothers and sisters—
They have not stopped"
"It's about to hit the fan—What is it?—
Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick"

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Just another day in my reformed life, my unreformed mic
I still write, like it's my son was born Knight
I'm tired of swinging on these niggas, man, these niggas can't even fight
I'm a casual sneaker head, I don't need them bleeding on my Nikes, uh
Marshall said that I'd be a problem if I get my shit right
That "if" is probably the biggest "if" I ever live by
Which is why I'm known as a underachiever, I just skip by
I needed to be inebriated to prevent me from getting shy
That's better than getting shot, that's a much more healthier ending
I'm running this race all by myself, my competition's in the "Selfie Olympics"
Coming back with a vengeance, in LV of vintage
Anybody got a problem with me winning this shit shall be offended