[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Suicide, it's a suicide, buda bye bye
Suicide, it's a suicide
Ayo
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Pound for pound, their arms too short to box the garden weak (Uh-huh)
I pile boxes, six feet deep, all of the marks in your squad (Uh-huh)
Still charm your broad, and have her wilding, like it's Mardi Gras (Yeah)
The don with all Armani on, keep a firearm (Fire, fire)
This the dope they all fiend in the trial, go and tie your arm
They bought that weak shit from that guy, but I supply the bomb
See, the truth inside a liar's eye, know when the vibe is wrong
Reside in a condo now, but I started out the vagabond (Uh-huh)
Met thе connect through a high school friend, then pluggеd up (I did)
In between, all I ever dreamed of in a drug bust
Killin' shit severely, you would swear he had a bloodlust
Keep them snakes nowhere near me, rarely do I trust hugs (Nah)
Handshakes , smiles and phony gestures for a hundred grams
I charge him three thou', we took the product out the chest
To fuck it up, I get you touched, like a molester, you're all lesser
Brick Lesnar, got this shit lit off a double-up tester (Uh-huh)
And multiply, most you guys would fry under pressure (Niggas won)
And die a slow murder I scribed, you niggas jobs
Small like a rock-out, a two for vibes, six million ways to die
You decide, let somethin' hot fly through your side (Bah, bah)
Suicide, it's a suicide, buda bye bye
Suicide, it's a suicide
Ayo
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Pound for pound, their arms too short to box the garden weak (Uh-huh)
I pile boxes, six feet deep, all of the marks in your squad (Uh-huh)
Still charm your broad, and have her wilding, like it's Mardi Gras (Yeah)
The don with all Armani on, keep a firearm (Fire, fire)
This the dope they all fiend in the trial, go and tie your arm
They bought that weak shit from that guy, but I supply the bomb
See, the truth inside a liar's eye, know when the vibe is wrong
Reside in a condo now, but I started out the vagabond (Uh-huh)
Met thе connect through a high school friend, then pluggеd up (I did)
In between, all I ever dreamed of in a drug bust
Killin' shit severely, you would swear he had a bloodlust
Keep them snakes nowhere near me, rarely do I trust hugs (Nah)
Handshakes , smiles and phony gestures for a hundred grams
I charge him three thou', we took the product out the chest
To fuck it up, I get you touched, like a molester, you're all lesser
Brick Lesnar, got this shit lit off a double-up tester (Uh-huh)
And multiply, most you guys would fry under pressure (Niggas won)
And die a slow murder I scribed, you niggas jobs
Small like a rock-out, a two for vibes, six million ways to die
You decide, let somethin' hot fly through your side (Bah, bah)
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