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Trill Street Bluez
Rome Streetz
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It's that New York shit
Drag your fuckin' cribs to this
Still I'm infected with the ill street
Blues and rules I still keep
Your stainless cockin', aimin' lots of gain is all we will need
Out for change and not the famous, lots of lames get sold to real G's
It's still filthy choppin' caine, doin' deals to build cheese
Gotta link for pills in Forest Hills, you need, I get it real cheap
Daily seein' a baggy lady and my size is increased
The eyes of men keep a certain stare when they in deep
Drug life, they high as a kite, just dial my number right
I write for young runners breakin' nights, you know what hunger like
Three dice barrels on the bike, clothes the fly type
And why life? Real niggas feel what I feel
They ain't reppin' the town right, I bring it back to the cribs
This that razor blade in your gums, sellin' your yums
Cook it up, break it down, shavin' the crumbs
Ain't no Superman, bitch, I'm only savin' the ones
Haze in my lungs, shit is like a maze where I'm from
Sittin' low in the car, one foot on the accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissin' in your elevator
I be the pulse if the city on respirator
On a quest tryna forever cake up
Gettin' raw dough, for sure though, the Henny pour slow
Benjamins, I buy plenty, and fresh Fendi across the torso
With pretty whores makin' pornos, fuck the four-ohs
I bust and think euros, soon you'll get what you're owed
Got styles galore, this my '94 flow
Fresh seven Jordan broad ohs, my broad bought those
You're all fraud though, smack wack niggas at their award show
Came up sellin' blow out of a car, four doors
Roam the streets, I hold the town crown 'cause I say so
Whoever think different'll get a halo, now they glow
I shine like broad day though, with raw yayo
Deep like the thoughts of Plato, of course the peso
Be the main aim for niggas tryna maintain
Whores wanna drain my main vein and bust it open on handstands
Facts, me and them lames is never in the same lane
The streets bringin' the ruckus like Wu-Tang Clan
This that razor blade in your gums, sellin' your yums
Cook it up, break it down, shavin' the crumbs
Ain't no Superman, bitch, I'm only savin' the ones
Haze in my lungs, shit is like a maze where I'm from
Sittin' low in the car, one foot on the accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissin' in your elevator
I be the pulse if the city on respirator
On a quest tryna forever cake up
This country, you gotta make the money first
Then when you get the money, you get the power
Then when you get the power, then you get the woman
That's why you gotta make your own moves
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