[Intro: Rome Streetz & Michael Jackson]
What's the problem?
Come on, I'll take you home (Conductor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know who the fuck it is (Ayo)
[Verse 1]
When God molded me, he made nothing else like it
It's easy to be yourself, but lames still try to bite the likeness
Niggas really ain't worth shit, either way you slice it (Niggas washed)
As long as my connect don't play with the prices, I'm righteous
A gold smile, pal, your whole style is now cipher
My main focus is collectin' check and drivе the price up
On my bullshit when I mic up
I slidе through, throw the smokers a pebble for pay, and then they pipe up
Fuck a short, but I take nineteen from my favorite fiend
He owe me a favor, I give him the gauge and he make a scene
Palm filthy from the dirty dough, no way to make it clean
Prada on the body of my ho, she from Jamaica, Queens
Head to toe in designer clothes, fuck state greens
I seen a nigga whole face ripped open in HD
Caught a few cases and dirt, dunny, I'm waist deep
At this location, droppin' a check in the AC
[Chorus]
My niggas real right, fly hard sellers in Margielas
The world is ours, swear to God, nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart, makin' these niggas jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes, I'll be a D-boy forever
Real right, fly hard sellers in Margielas
The world is ours, swear to God, nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart, makin' these niggas jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes, I'll be a D-boy forever
What's the problem?
Come on, I'll take you home (Conductor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know who the fuck it is (Ayo)
[Verse 1]
When God molded me, he made nothing else like it
It's easy to be yourself, but lames still try to bite the likeness
Niggas really ain't worth shit, either way you slice it (Niggas washed)
As long as my connect don't play with the prices, I'm righteous
A gold smile, pal, your whole style is now cipher
My main focus is collectin' check and drivе the price up
On my bullshit when I mic up
I slidе through, throw the smokers a pebble for pay, and then they pipe up
Fuck a short, but I take nineteen from my favorite fiend
He owe me a favor, I give him the gauge and he make a scene
Palm filthy from the dirty dough, no way to make it clean
Prada on the body of my ho, she from Jamaica, Queens
Head to toe in designer clothes, fuck state greens
I seen a nigga whole face ripped open in HD
Caught a few cases and dirt, dunny, I'm waist deep
At this location, droppin' a check in the AC
[Chorus]
My niggas real right, fly hard sellers in Margielas
The world is ours, swear to God, nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart, makin' these niggas jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes, I'll be a D-boy forever
Real right, fly hard sellers in Margielas
The world is ours, swear to God, nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart, makin' these niggas jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes, I'll be a D-boy forever
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