Royal Rumble - Don Trip & Starlito: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Don Trip & Starlito

Royal Rumble

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Royal Rumble was released on July 11, 2025 by MRVL Recording Group as a part of the album Step Brothers Four & A Half

Song Details

AlbumStep Brothers Four & A Half

Release DateJuly 11, 2025

LabelMRVL Recording Group

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM78

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Don Trip

Rap

Starlito

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Don Trip

Songwriter

Starlito

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Starlito

Producer

Kevin Zulueta

Engineer

Zips

Producer

Cy Fyre

Producer

Fate Eastwood

Producer

Lyrics

I heard they wanted another karate in the garage

I wrestle with the idea

The way we put this shit together, you would've guessed we went to IKEA

Came up from making plays, but I ain't dressing up like Madea

And if it's money on the line, I'm like, "Chill"

What I spent at Target, I could've bought me a Kia

Fly guy 'til I die, rest in peace to Aaliyah (yeah)

Hope you know what this is, at your throat like a neck tie (ah)

Human torch in the building, I'll burn this bitch down likе left eye

Then takе your woman for a test drive (time to play the game)

You sure you wanna do this?

Light a living color, Wayans brothers, Steiner brothers

Step Brothers step on you like that-, nah, I changed hustles

Grew up two hundred miles apart, but we come from the same struggle

The streets, the hos, the game, some things just never change, man, they don't love you

And all my uncles had a pocket full of stones like Barney Rubble

For the butter, I be easier to find than findin' trouble

Had to hustle, otherwise my family suffer, God instructions (yeah)

I'm from Memphis, you don't need a bowling ball to find the gutter (Lito)

You know me, no introduction needed, Craig woke up a demon

Hundred thousand on the front and backend, that's a couple reasons

Top of any category and that's every fucking season

You might think that they can see us, but I don't too much believe it

Stone-cold killers, leave another mother grieving

But we only want the money, all that other shit, keep it

Fuck who we offend, hope all them suckers on defence

Goin' over the top whether you in cover two or prevent

Gone off the deep end, cover while I creep in

Promise my lil' partner got the switch just like a tree limb

Grind hard, east side, Guerrilla Clique presents

Step Brothers four and we a long way from D-end (step brothers)

Came a long way from rock bottom out the hellhole (yeah)

Bein' broke had me seein' red like Elmo (ah)

Used to smell the rocks cookin' all day, all we did was sell dope

Play the game, tell jokes, sell a few people elbows

I got on and go the hell on, plus I had got too well-known

They ain't even catch bro with nothin', he got all that time off his cellphone

Had this lil' competition, how fast can you get a bale gone?

Refinanced my whole career off a soda buy and we sell strong

Every day I hop up out my bed and turn my scale on

Who said that they put me on? Okay, why they ain't put themself on?

My old-head taught me life lessons from a jail phone

Told me if I'm solo, nobody else can tell on me (yeah)

I'm so out of touch, I lost connection, this a dead zone

Told the bank teller, "Baby, I'll be there with bells on"

They might as well open up the vault for a boss

What the fuck?

Is that Jim Ross?

Ain't no runner-up, watch me run it up while I walk

And respect the one thing that can't be bought, fuck you thought

We John Cena in the hood, we never seen you in the hood

Iron Mike with the punchlines, Kareem with the hooks

Paid in full and you Kermit, you as green as you look

I'm just tryna get a check like a queen with a rook

Sellin' lean to a crook, it ain't clean, but I ain't shook

We shook back off of them beans that you don't cook, well took

You know star, he gon' take it way too far

Slim snappin' like Slim Jim, graduation 'bout to start

I'm goin' in headfirst like Owen Hart

Loadin' in bullets that's big as a throwing dart

You can't trick me out my spot like Rosa Parks

My heart glows in the dark like Tony Stark

Macho Man Madness, extended clip in traffic

The only thing my daddy did right was make a savage

Window tint darker than the macho man glasses

You run up on my shit, you gettin' blasted

When it come to ammunition, Craig got the keys to the armory

If I wasn't rappin', then I probably would be gardenin'

Or posted up with buttons on our Glocks like a cardigan

Really don't want no parts of it, I ain't with all that arguin'

Slaughter shit like a sergeant, we brought it back to the bars again, yeah

Might need a steel cage, this a pay-per-view event

A hundred racks in 20? I made the news at ten

Made a million more than twice, why not just do it again?

Class act, last thing I'ma do is pretend

Masked murder, that's what I do with a pen

**** wasn't on the team 'til they knew we could win

I fuck with Slim the long way like the Blue M&M (for real)

This that shit that you view in museums

Leave it to me, we all eat, I issue the per diem

We used to idolize the dealers, we grew up to be 'em

Now I'm seein' friends behind bars that ain't jungle gyms

We ain't kids no more, shit ain't fun and games

Money hungry, I know bein' broke gon' lead to stomach pains

Locked in for a month and change, that's when all the money came

I know you would've done the same, that's why I wasn't ashamed

Back when I started, pockets extra flat

Blessed plus I kept my self-respect intact

The money got blood on it like a wrestling mat

These streets infested with rats, plus they investigate raps

Gotta watch what we say, plus y'all just copy and paste

I bet they can't feel they face, shit hit like Bobby Boucher

They say you learn something old every other new day

Hope that don't go over your head like Paul Bearer toupee

Wait

Catch fire on these bitch

Big fire, you gon' need switches, just go live, better be your finsta

I went viral in the trenches

But I just want some money, I don't thrive off the attention

And I just want this **** to drive down with Prince's chicken

A whole bird in mild, shit, I'm probably addicted

I live in a bubble, I just mind my own business

I've just seen some wild things and I ain't never been no witness

God is my witness, the devil's my neighbour

Seen my grandaddy lick the residue off a razor

Rest in peace to Razor, best 16 since Peja

Craigory, you ever think you'll sign back to a major?

Uh, no chance, maybe on some joint venture shit

If not, then I'm not interested, maybe I'm just with the shit

Maybe I'm just jaded, I made better paper flippin' bricks

My brother Nem was playin' with that powder like a Pixie Stick

I played the game, I'm commentatin', they pay me for my conversation

See us on the flyer, safe to say that we got compensated

Vivid pictures, timeless, ain't it? And we do it simultaneous

That we're on this winning streak, I wanna take the time to thank you

Grown men googling my worth, I guess I'm finally famous

Since I keep my private life private, they be findin' angles

Try me if you like, I'll send your nosy ass to find an angel

And I beat the charges, got my lawyer on a signed retainer

Sweet Chin Music, pass the aux cord, true story

Say we smell like weed, then they put us out of the Glock store

Never made the freshman list, rap done got soft more

Live from the top floor, 20 racks in my sock drawer

14 years old used to want to be a Hot Boy

You know how I'm rockin', you ain't gotta watch my pot boil

No, I'm not goin', the opps know it, the cops know it

Step in our way and get shot for it, long live Pif

You are looking, ladies and gentlemen

At perhaps two of the greatest when it's all said and done

That this business will have ever offered you

Let's look at The Rock, they gave you everything they had

Written by: Don Trip, Starlito

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