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Prada In The Polaroid
Rome Streetz, Lloyd Banks
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Did what I had to do, turn nothin' to somethin' they envy (I did)
A money magnet, this shit is on me and in me (Cash)
Put on a act for my PO, I could've won a Emmy (Haha)
Make ends meet, my enemy is a pocket that's empty (Money)
I elevated from meetin' fiends, servin' 'em twenties
And bundles of powder inside that's brown like a penny (Woop)
Now this pain gon' get me a Bentley
You bums watch me ball from behind the bench, hopin' they play against me
Hate in they heart 'cause I blew like the strip on the Benji (Fuck)
They downloadin' my dope, got the fiends in a frenzy
I'm forever fly, the fabric on the coat Fendi
A one-of-one, a rare breed, son, you one of many
Bugs that hit the windshield while I fly in a Benzy (Skrrt)
My ex broads wish she important, she just a memory
Ha, forget about it, I'm diabolic
By twenty-five, they said I'd die, but I'm iconic
Look at me now, a poster boy (Look at me)
Prada in the Polaroid, shit wasn't poppin', I filled the open void
These niggas switch, started singin' like Lloyd, droppin' a whole lot of noise
I'm the smoke you need to avoid (Fuck outta here)
There's twenty calls, you better go after it or be miserable
Show me, C-note addiction, put on without 'em, things'll get critical for me (Yeah)
Built from the ground up, brick by brick, threw a residual party
Turned twenty-one and I couldn't hear shit, I was in a new 'Rari
(Survived some gunshots?)he buggin', the thing subliminals, homie
You sittin' down talkin' 'bout other names in interviews, corny
It's money here, I'ma stick around like it's tentacles on me
I'll do you a solid and you gotta ride, morals and principles, shorty
Heard all your pitiful stories, heat tire smoke from Benzes (Swerve)
Out of the cabinet shit, king in this lane I call apprentice (Boom)
Broken lenses, Prada in the Polaroid, my flow's expensive
Hopes to catch us, where the pigs give pensions to patrol the benches (The pigs)
(Take a look outside your window?) illegal searches and holdin' fences
Haters [gotta started shit?] when you right up with no ozempic
Only the real'll last long, mask on, how you photogenic?
Still cold as my last song, flooded link with the rose-gold pendant
Rome, what's up?
Yeah
Don't be silly
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