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High Speed
Rome Streetz
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Ay
Smokin' loud, rollin' up, keep a bad bitch in my truck
That's down to take the money out your bank with me, she tryna fuck (yeah)
Blow my dice, she wish me luck, but, baby, I don't need it (uh)
Lately my life been on the up and up, so I'm conceited
It came back exactly how I seen it, black genius
Who played the fool to out smart niggas when it's convenient (uh-huh)
Stay schemin', you sleep niggas is always dreamin'
In reality we rakin' in riches my wrist is gleamin' (bling)
It was cuffs before, now he rock buffs, he been upped the score
The aura all the sluts adore
Got perspective in the penthouse but learned the most when my knuckles touched the floor (I did)
Life a bitch, what you love her for? Good question
You'll always be disappointed if you seekin' perfection
Bible or the rifle, what's better protection? Spiritual and psychical
Live from New York, where they die for dough and kill for the principle (yeah)
My mindstate is Empire State
Tryna turn a crumb from a pie into an estate (cash)
We play for high stakes
Dodge jakes if they give chase, never see the lights from the brakes
We live at high speed (high speed, son)
Never put the shit I want before the shit that I need (nah)
Been gettin' mine, God blessin' the seed (for real)
Still I became who I was destined to be, uh
Unapologetically me, flowin' with focused chi (uh-huh)
Met God smokin' DMT, eyes closed, I see
My enemies on folded knee, HNIC
Niggas can't fuck with Streetz (uh-uh), high key
Was servin' acid drops out the same bottle that they put visine (facts)
Now they see my face on widescreen, still trippin' (ha)
Ain't shit different, got no chips for a pigeon (nah)
Got everything I was supposed to get, I stayed persistent
Rappin' and trap boomin', my boo was made the assistant
Now we gotta wavy, he playin' all the way in Lisbon
Landed right where I'm supposed to be
God got his favorites, ain't it obvious that he chosen me?
To get my line jumpin', I gave the cuddies a dose for free
Use your brain, son, my game on cold degrees
Iceberg Rome Streetz, if you don't hustle you don't eat (uh-uh)
Knew the world been mine, ain't nothin' outta Rome's reach
My mindstate is Empire State
Tryna turn a crumb from a pie into an estate (cash)
We play for high stakes
Dodge jakes if they give chase, never see the lights from the brakes
We live at high speed (high speed, son)
Never put the shit I want before the shit that I need (nah)
Been gettin' mine, God blessin' the seed (for real)
Still I became who I was destined to be
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