Bible or the Rifle Rome Streetz & Futurewave

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, yeah, you know what the fuck it is nigga
Comin' live from New York, it's Rome Streetz nigga
Futurewave
Niggas is fuckin' trash
Look, ayo, ayo

[Verse 1]
Niggas that I know die young, it's only a few old kings
Guess I'm lucky to slide my filthy fingers through gold rings
Truth be told, you niggas under Rome's wing
We was youngins runnin' through the city strapped like Fred and Bokeem
Tryna figure out new ways to pull the same old schemes
And manifest reality out of these peso dreams
Got one foot deep in the dirt, the other ain't so clean
So I can serve you a big A, and my stageshow mean
Madе it out of the bucket, was too many crabs tryna keep me in it
I know it burns thеm niggas heart when they see me winnin'
Cardiac arrest, who played the afterhours, servin' the party Ec'
Now I'm who they regardin' as the best
These novice artists ain't half of me
When I was in the cage we lit the haze with the Brillo and a battery
I black like Capp on '97 Mentality'
Toe tagging for my salary in totality
Was movin' packages, vac-sealed across the Tappan Zee
All your rap tales of jugglin' drums is fallacy
I was fleein' felony charges, livin' so rapidly
Roll up and smoke a nigga like a bag of rapper weed