Pro Tro Rome Streetz & Daringer (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Intro: Rome Streetz]
This motherfuckin' shovel
Put niggas in the dirt
Look

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Cold shoulder, it's frost on my collar bone
I've been that nigga, in the mirror, only way I watch the throne
Went from unknown to rollin' stone, runnin' it up in Rome
Me and Relly was flockin', runnin' up in your home
Tryin' to swipe some valuable shit that you own
Fast forward, he on, a one of one
Them other bums just watered down clones (These niggas washed)
I'm untapped, niggas' minds is trapped on apps in they phones
They lifeless without devices, in this opioid crisis
Kill twenty-three fiends, the plug thought he had thе right mix (Damn)
Sometimes the monеy right, but it ain't righteous
Fightin' with your vices, I used a box cutter to write this
Overcame the dark nights with two-faced niggas
See your back and try to knife it (Uh-huh)
Jokers laugh to throw you off, then pull a MAC and leave you heisted
Ain't far removed, but I'm high in first class, now I'm a flight risk (Yeah)
I'm nice, the verses go for Plain Jane Rollie prices
You niggas under the wing like the rice is (Uh)
Real shit