[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Never in your motherfuckin' life (Never)
Niggas ain’t fuckin' with this (Swear to God)
Ayo
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
All I had was a plan, a product, and the people to pitch it to (Uh-huh)
Apple bags in a small corner store, digital (What up?)
Ambition to get it all, 'cause broke is brother to miserable
Death is they daddy; if you dumb, then you probably missed a jewel (Stupid)
This is school for fools seekin’ inspiration
A cool MasterClass in murder, don't accept no cheap imitations (Nah)
Your chick chasin', let the knees with chafin'
You know the steez: after I hit her with D, she passed the Chase PIN (Money)
Pay to pocket, these еighty-fivers try to watch it
Though they dumb and deaf and got limitеd sight in they optics (Uh-huh)
Get shot movin' on some opp shit (Bah! Bah!)
Bein' on top is the only option, you viewed as a flop if you not king
Stay on point or niggas be robbin' you for your watch, ring and choker chain
Know the game, choose the dough over savin' a Lois Lane
That road is lame; hell no, we don’t flow the same (Nah)
My mark on the track is like pus out a open vein (Ugh)
You hope I came to play but I didn’t, I'm more vicious
Catch you eatin’ food for thought
Blow your brain on the dishes (Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!)
Another rapper gettin' slain, it's tradition
I had to listen to my intuition to make it out of the flames of Hell's Kitchen
I hear a snake hiss, they disguise it as well-wishin’
I been around friend or foe and I can tell the difference
Gettin' dirty dough off a Zoe lately been the religion (Uh-huh)
My right palm itchin'; strong wisdom, on rhythm
Never in your motherfuckin' life (Never)
Niggas ain’t fuckin' with this (Swear to God)
Ayo
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
All I had was a plan, a product, and the people to pitch it to (Uh-huh)
Apple bags in a small corner store, digital (What up?)
Ambition to get it all, 'cause broke is brother to miserable
Death is they daddy; if you dumb, then you probably missed a jewel (Stupid)
This is school for fools seekin’ inspiration
A cool MasterClass in murder, don't accept no cheap imitations (Nah)
Your chick chasin', let the knees with chafin'
You know the steez: after I hit her with D, she passed the Chase PIN (Money)
Pay to pocket, these еighty-fivers try to watch it
Though they dumb and deaf and got limitеd sight in they optics (Uh-huh)
Get shot movin' on some opp shit (Bah! Bah!)
Bein' on top is the only option, you viewed as a flop if you not king
Stay on point or niggas be robbin' you for your watch, ring and choker chain
Know the game, choose the dough over savin' a Lois Lane
That road is lame; hell no, we don’t flow the same (Nah)
My mark on the track is like pus out a open vein (Ugh)
You hope I came to play but I didn’t, I'm more vicious
Catch you eatin’ food for thought
Blow your brain on the dishes (Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah!)
Another rapper gettin' slain, it's tradition
I had to listen to my intuition to make it out of the flames of Hell's Kitchen
I hear a snake hiss, they disguise it as well-wishin’
I been around friend or foe and I can tell the difference
Gettin' dirty dough off a Zoe lately been the religion (Uh-huh)
My right palm itchin'; strong wisdom, on rhythm
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!