[Intro]
"Stand up on the wicked, them ah show them who I am
Is a soldier, cyaan walk , we have antidote"
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Look
I'm a charmer, the shit I'm on is way beyond you
I'm international now, the darlings in Milan and Parma
You on your block, broke my plane prepping for departure
Euros and pounds in my Palm Angel parka
Had a half a brick of the Mali ring walled in a Honda
Sold it all, them pills and eight balls
The Cuddies who called was my sponsor
Now they see me on the TV like I'm Kevin Costner
Denzel smoking an L, the Fendi coat monster
Peeling off in a supercharged Dodge Charger
The Hellcat, it's either rap, ball, sell crack
Be a slave to the system, own something
I'm a fucking flat broke , better stay woke, 9-1-1 is a joke
And these politicians', policies, don't apply to my folk
We fly in the smoke from OT since '03
Had my eyes on a large bag, one of the bins and a whole key
A quiet boat, green-eyed hoes singing me liars' notes
Tell me all your secrets, only if she got some fire chokes
Me and Big Ghost shitting on niggas it's traditional
Slitting throats, looking for the customers that sniffin' coke
Preferably the ones who buy the shit in bulk
Take a whiff of 6,000 volts, put your chips down and float
Nigga
"Stand up on the wicked, them ah show them who I am
Is a soldier, cyaan walk , we have antidote"
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Look
I'm a charmer, the shit I'm on is way beyond you
I'm international now, the darlings in Milan and Parma
You on your block, broke my plane prepping for departure
Euros and pounds in my Palm Angel parka
Had a half a brick of the Mali ring walled in a Honda
Sold it all, them pills and eight balls
The Cuddies who called was my sponsor
Now they see me on the TV like I'm Kevin Costner
Denzel smoking an L, the Fendi coat monster
Peeling off in a supercharged Dodge Charger
The Hellcat, it's either rap, ball, sell crack
Be a slave to the system, own something
I'm a fucking flat broke , better stay woke, 9-1-1 is a joke
And these politicians', policies, don't apply to my folk
We fly in the smoke from OT since '03
Had my eyes on a large bag, one of the bins and a whole key
A quiet boat, green-eyed hoes singing me liars' notes
Tell me all your secrets, only if she got some fire chokes
Me and Big Ghost shitting on niggas it's traditional
Slitting throats, looking for the customers that sniffin' coke
Preferably the ones who buy the shit in bulk
Take a whiff of 6,000 volts, put your chips down and float
Nigga
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