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Rome Streetz
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What the fuck?
Check, check, yeah
Spray the blytic out the Civic, blow the brim clean off of your fitted
Grab the mask and live it so you know I did it
Been pissin' on competition, my nigga, it's nothin' new
Fire verse and I'll bring a complimentary hearse for you
Fiends thirst for potent work, they cook it on a burnt up spoon
Arms full of track marks, the wounds where they insert my tomb
Tune into the frequency, on E we eatin' frequently
Freaks ride the meat until they weak with no decency
We need to eat, find out where you holdin' them pies
Bringin' your spot, hoodie backwards with two Os for the eyes
That's reckless as shit, we heavy equipped
I blam first, blow you out your blouse
And knock the Percs out your man purse
Fatality, heavyweight rap lost no calories
Spinnin' the crack vial, sell it for a thou' rapidly
From where it's foul, the OGs crooked and the youth'll pull it
Pour four, serve it, whip the work perfect with the Nutribullet
Felony capers out for paper like Black Caesar
Knee layin' overseas on a beach for my leisure
Stylin' on niggas like the league leader
You out your league, I breathe ether
Bite my steez and catch a fuckin' seizure
Uh-huh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Pass off a pack in the lobby
Filthy rich foreign shit, fit in the soil, wallahi
Mahogany rimless vintage Cartis, tryna wake up in a Ferrari
Sawed off the nozzle on the shotty so it can fit in my sleeve
Leave your people reaping if you try to rob me, promise you
Pocket more than a nod or two, product more than Oxycontin
The dog food, the color remarkable
Poker gotta prove heart, the more hearts to part
Get thrown out the moving cart, actin' like a movie star
Shooby-rah, shoot you with the coupe de grace
Pocket worth of a zucchini, more fish than a sushi bar
Power plays, a pound of yay, the proudest paper
Now, ooh, nasal Now & Laters, you know who we are, son
Pulled up and made the block spun, had your homie catch a hot one
Xs on your eyes like cars, huh, it's cool
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