Pz n Qz Rome Streetz & Big Ghost Ltd (Ft. Method Man)

[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Huh, a-yo

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Fuck letters (Fuck), had a thousand pills in the mail box (Uh-huh)
Heaven to hell, eight poppy state in the jail stop (I've been there)
Put two grams, then half a brick on a scale top (What up?)
Went from empty pockets that was popped to havin’ a lot (I did)
Then I elevated, niggas minds still trapped in the box
Kick the door down, they had no patience to Jimmy The Lock
Had a metro card, now it's foreign car keys
Simon Leviev, I finesse your skis outta all her cheese (My enemies)
Ignorant indians always gon' outnumber the chiefs
How a lost nigga gonna lead? (How?)
Poppin’ percocet pills with fentanyl, they don't want weed
My homie doin' fed time, his custy OD
Free loot, give the rivals no time to regroup
Keep loot in the pocket of my low ski-suit (Cash)
Niggas be frontin', don't think everything that you see true (Nah)
Eve listened to the snake and made the bitch eat fruit
Better stay wise, live spelled backwards, is evil (Uh-huh)
I'm only here for the green paper with the Eagle (Ahh, yeah)
They follow me, study all my game to be iller
Nigga, I been a Trail Blazer like Damian Lillard
Better get focused, but you know this, the frame of the picture
I aim to be richer, keep the ting-ting with the switcher (Grr)
My first fanbase was the pill poppers and sniffers
Now this new shit that I got more loot ready for a nigga