[Verse 1:Rome Streetz]
Uh, fuck, check, set
Ayo long as I got the product then my dough gon' flip you'll never be lit
If you thrivin' off of bozo shit I make the bitch bounce after she ride my pogo stick
The logo lit, Trophies, my niggas makin' moves gettin' cash, sellin' Cutties raw food like groceries
Yeah, I been a God, niggas know they can't fuck with Rome Streetz
I'm spectacular, charismatic, extravagant
I only fuck with fam, I ain't got no backstabbin' friends
This shit ain't for eighty-fivers, every rap's a gem
Cocaine quotes, tell the customers to grab they stems
Slang acrobatics, faggots couldn't match the fabric
Asiatic, supreme like mathematics
When I die, Snow Beach the casket
Got diamonds in my mind, I can motivate and teach the masses Instead of off, you want some Mad Max shit
Build and destroy, see the play then you fill the void
I did it all, vinyl sales then was Dylan Boyd
I got him open off the Pyrex poetry
Crime scene tape around the booth, then you know it's me Motherfucker
[Verse 2:Eddie Kaine]
Dopes and sniggas had creases in they slacks
Era of the G-Pack, abandoned house full and the fiends was in the back
The old heads twisted off the 'yac
I ran the streets like I ran in cleats
Mama preached, now I know it's fact
But back then, I wasn't hearin' it
Still a little crazy when I'm furious loose cannon if you curious Wasn't made to fold, cold soul, draped in gold
Designer clothes, all kinda hoes with IG model goals
Give knowledge, then get passed on like gems from the gods
I only build with kings and frauds, campin' in with the squad
Who goin' as hard, effortless, these tracks won't get burned
Talk slick, then new now on the perm, when will you learn? Played blocks like Jenga, shots turned rappers to singers
My young boy got a itchy finger
In the game, I'm feelin' like a ringer this a slaughter, nigga, get your team
Uh, fuck, check, set
Ayo long as I got the product then my dough gon' flip you'll never be lit
If you thrivin' off of bozo shit I make the bitch bounce after she ride my pogo stick
The logo lit, Trophies, my niggas makin' moves gettin' cash, sellin' Cutties raw food like groceries
Yeah, I been a God, niggas know they can't fuck with Rome Streetz
I'm spectacular, charismatic, extravagant
I only fuck with fam, I ain't got no backstabbin' friends
This shit ain't for eighty-fivers, every rap's a gem
Cocaine quotes, tell the customers to grab they stems
Slang acrobatics, faggots couldn't match the fabric
Asiatic, supreme like mathematics
When I die, Snow Beach the casket
Got diamonds in my mind, I can motivate and teach the masses Instead of off, you want some Mad Max shit
Build and destroy, see the play then you fill the void
I did it all, vinyl sales then was Dylan Boyd
I got him open off the Pyrex poetry
Crime scene tape around the booth, then you know it's me Motherfucker
[Verse 2:Eddie Kaine]
Dopes and sniggas had creases in they slacks
Era of the G-Pack, abandoned house full and the fiends was in the back
The old heads twisted off the 'yac
I ran the streets like I ran in cleats
Mama preached, now I know it's fact
But back then, I wasn't hearin' it
Still a little crazy when I'm furious loose cannon if you curious Wasn't made to fold, cold soul, draped in gold
Designer clothes, all kinda hoes with IG model goals
Give knowledge, then get passed on like gems from the gods
I only build with kings and frauds, campin' in with the squad
Who goin' as hard, effortless, these tracks won't get burned
Talk slick, then new now on the perm, when will you learn? Played blocks like Jenga, shots turned rappers to singers
My young boy got a itchy finger
In the game, I'm feelin' like a ringer this a slaughter, nigga, get your team
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