Higher Self Rome Streetz (Ft. Estee Nack)

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Play the game wise, if you live illegal better keep it low
Never be ignorant to the vital shit you need to know
Street disciple, keep a Russian rifle, aim and heat my foe
Million dollar dreaming like DiBiase sleeper hold
My teeth is gold, mind is a diamond
Elevated from the dimes, now I deal with psychedelics like a ghetto shaman
Streetz always got a different scheme
Gettin' pretty bitches faded off the dimethyltryptamine
A fly rebel, high level, everything I spit supreme
Got 'ism like Fillmore Slim, king I dick ya' queen
Came up, take a risk, I weighed the odds on the triple beam
Royal flush when they dealt me the cards so let me get my cream
In all hundreds, bitch I'm dumpin' for every day they was frontin'
Left they pockets with nothin', they come for no discussion
Just spread the culture and acquire wealth
Notice I murdered everything once I activated my higher self
Make the most out the moment, I've been tryin' to fast forward it
If the money's the devil, why the pastor askin' for this shit?
Something to think about, you a slave to the page when I bring the ink pen out
Damned if you ever step in the ring to bout, that's a promise
This bundle got the rusty razor pressed on it
Serve it to 'em raw and watch 'em vomit
We was doin' home invasions, livin' very reckless
Before the radio ever played a Rome Streetz record