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Sell Itself
Rome Streetz
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Ayo, a lot of garbage artists in the game
I'm guessin' 'cause they name lit
Cloggin' the lane with fuckery
They call me in to change shit
My pen dangerous, we ain't the same
I teach my dame how to shoot and aim the blick
So if you front, she can flame your shit
Bad influence, I hope you niggas know what the label is
My hands made for countin' chicken, fuck that hard labor
It's the nigga that's on top of everybody favorite player list
Bad bitches panties get soakin' wet when you playin' this
I'm here now, kiss the game goodbye like Jadakiss
Before it was raw, to make the chips, I had to take a risk
Fuck clockin' in, was at the table, one tape and bricks
Life made a shift, now I'm coolin' on some stable shit
My neck drip with Cuban cables, told you I was made for this
Find it funny how so many lames in the lane exist
Bitin' everything a nigga do, still I remain the shit
My name is lit, while you forever remain nameless, bitch
'Cause all I really need is a spot and my work gon' sell itself
My level's up, to fuck with me, you need to get some help
You droppin' shit that niggas never felt
'Cause all I really need is a spot and my work gon' sell itself
My level's up, to fuck with me, you need to get some help
You droppin' shit that niggas never felt
Ayo, I'm out to be iconic
And I only coincide with niggas that's like-minded
As far as matchin' minds, slime, you way behind it
My way, I made it honest
Way to yay from profit, now I'm poppin'
Plottin' 'cause my only option was to elevate the game
Dealin' with too much lit shit, how could I stay the same?
These niggas lame, they ain't got the sauce
The shit I spit a lit Molotov, rock it low with the brolic horse
I been shinin', they chasin' the light like a moth
From New York to Canary Wharf
This shit a sport and I'm on the court droppin' like fifty-four
Lately, I'm the people's champ, still a shifty boss
No cut in the candy, I made 'em snort it raw
The cutties bought me the Dior
My life kinda wild, but I told you before, it's mi amor
The work A1, put me anywhere, I get it off
'Cause all I really need is a spot and my work gon' sell itself
My level's up, to fuck with me, you need to get some help
You droppin' shit that niggas never felt
'Cause all I really need is a spot and my work gon' sell itself
My level's up, to fuck with me, you need to get some help
You droppin' shit that niggas never felt