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State of Crime

Rome Streetz
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Ayo these rappers don't want no smoke, they just wanna sniff So here's a valve for your nostril to keep it lit From where the freaks will eat your dick if your piece is here Shorty will shoot the piece for sneakers and some weed to twist In my hood that ain't unusual, get my drift? Am I losing you? Treat the booth like a urinal When I drop that's your funeral They come from all over to cop, my shit moving duke Freeze a bag or the capsule, whatever's suitable Break down, flip, it's beautiful, trap clique from 2 to 2 Residue under my cuticles This the shit that I been on but it's new to you I'm top tier, ain't no rappers I fear And my style wild like a young lifer on his first year With no care, don't get jugged from ear to ear I wear Moschino gear that's rare and rock exotic ears You 'bout no guap, you polly with squares I got squares of the molly I been popping for years My posse mobbing like the Gottis, pay the currency here And everybody is a body, say it twice so we clear My state of mind Is come up in this New York state of crime Need currency in my palm Out for the luxury so fuck that waiting in line I'm taking mine and yours too on my way to the shine Nigga, my state of mind Is come up in this New York state of crime Need currency in my palm Out for the luxury so fuck that waiting in line I'm taking mine and yours too on my way to the shine Got the dirty 30 shot with the moonrock guap Trap spot on new lots, juice like Q and 2Pac Only smoking OG pot, Henny guzzling Drug smuggling, never trusting these thots It's the 3 dice roller, nobody colder Hustle in my blood, mami got guap off yola Money folder, eyes open as I watch the cobras Rotten Apple culture, been on my deen soldier Denim and supply jeans, Wale's cream and coca Mami fiend for me to bend her over Long stroke and choke her, you and all your folks chocha Rap shit on lock, it's our thing like La Costra Nostra All facts, I'm what you call crack Inhale the smoke, hold your breath, and fall back Went from starving in a small shack Then I got a pack and I tripled it Out to get scratch, gotta be diligent Shit, why the fuck would I slow down son if I'm killing it? Heard your new shit, I wasn't feeling it I'm on a different wave, twisting haze I was pop eating ramen noodles, now It's rock lobster on the dinner plate My state of mind Is come up in this New York state of crime Need currency in my palm Out for the luxury so fuck that waiting in line I'm taking mine and yours too on my way to the shine Nigga, my state of mind Is come up in this New York state of crime Need currency in my palm Out for the luxury so fuck that waiting in line I'm taking mine and yours too on my way to the shine