Hell Backwards Rome Streetz

[Intro]
Look, ayo

[Verse 1]
Trust no one, the soul of a battle-scarred shogun
Plottin' new stickups with a old gun
Inhale the weed smoke deep in both lungs
My destiny's to hold funds
The dough comes and goes, make sure you hold some (Uh-huh)
Step into the dark side, it's far from wholesome
I made a large pie Outta whole crumb, then multiplied it (Flipped it)
Took of advantage of everything that they don't acknowledge (Word)
Some niggas got all the game but they won't apply it (Stupid)
Didn't go to college, I chose the road in the code of silence
Saw the coldest violence, sold plenty dope cut with a broken promise (Uh-huh)
Smoking potent skamas, young and wildin', on the low for Mama
Popo behind us (Whoop whoop), next stop is the Island


[Chorus]
I'm solid
Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah)
Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!)
Love, lust, envy, and the hate; it's the vibes
To survive, do or die (Yeah) in NY, I'm solid
Fire in my eye (Yeah), pistol on my side (Yeah)
Money on my mind (Yeah), try to front, I'll slide (Bla! Bla!)
Love, lust, envy, and the hate; it's the vibes
To survive, do or die in NY