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You Betta Know It
Rome Streetz
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Fast money all from bags that I passed junkies
Pull your bitch and I smash, she a crash dummy
Your raps bummy, I stay fly in the finest
Keep tools, move in silence where it's wild violence
Stay wise, try to find solace
Lil' niggas lose hope 'cause they folks smoke coke that's solid
It's fucked but I'm still out for profit
Love the dough like Chris Wallace
Slick posture, drug flip scholar
Trick nada, make 'em sniff out a crisp dollar
'Til they freeze up
Keep freaks on they knees sucking my seed up
I re'd up by the bodega
Started with small weight, came up, now my dope flow major
Nobody gave me shit, bitch, I'm doing no favors
Semi auto with the laser blast, turn your face to mashed potatoes
Blow the cartridge like the old Sega
If you owe paper, roll shakers
Life's a dice game, my mind's enticed by vice
You want stripes, a million dollars or an ice chain
Or all three, been raw since niggas wore tall tees
Nobody fucking with the Lord Streets (Nobody)
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