[Verse: Rome Streetz]
Like Leon I'm a cleaner
You're just a peon, I'm blowing reefer out the beamer
All my niggas is dealers and men of leisure
Tisci sneakers, gorilla glue stick to the procedure
Your bitch bad? I cease her, she suck it till' I seizure
Molded mine in gettin' duckets and holdin' my heater
Plenty niggas died cause they was just too eager
Hard to have patience when your pockets is meager
The hustle never knock it but you niggas rockin' like divas
In leggings and pocketbooks your aura resemble the skeezers
I need LSD by the liters and custies like Mickey D's calling for the ten pieces
You're just a cuddy, married to game me and the scale all lovey-dovey
I rock a rusty rugby with the patches, wavy Avi' jacket
Ravin' .380 to match it that bitch a classic
It ring your bell like Anita Ward, when I pulled up you seen the Lord
Streetz the Elohim of course
"The World Is Yours" got it locked in my thoughts
Do the knowledge you could understand the wisdom I talk
My mind's like fresh mixed with Doctor York
Rollin' cess, pop the cork on my block got molly rock in sock
In honor never talk about bodies we caught
Need bad body Mommies on the island resort
Where I'm from niggas wild for the sport
Fantasize about gettin' money in piles hundred miles from the court
Your shit Double Dutch, All my tunes like dope on a spoon when it bubble up, the fuck is up?
Like Leon I'm a cleaner
You're just a peon, I'm blowing reefer out the beamer
All my niggas is dealers and men of leisure
Tisci sneakers, gorilla glue stick to the procedure
Your bitch bad? I cease her, she suck it till' I seizure
Molded mine in gettin' duckets and holdin' my heater
Plenty niggas died cause they was just too eager
Hard to have patience when your pockets is meager
The hustle never knock it but you niggas rockin' like divas
In leggings and pocketbooks your aura resemble the skeezers
I need LSD by the liters and custies like Mickey D's calling for the ten pieces
You're just a cuddy, married to game me and the scale all lovey-dovey
I rock a rusty rugby with the patches, wavy Avi' jacket
Ravin' .380 to match it that bitch a classic
It ring your bell like Anita Ward, when I pulled up you seen the Lord
Streetz the Elohim of course
"The World Is Yours" got it locked in my thoughts
Do the knowledge you could understand the wisdom I talk
My mind's like fresh mixed with Doctor York
Rollin' cess, pop the cork on my block got molly rock in sock
In honor never talk about bodies we caught
Need bad body Mommies on the island resort
Where I'm from niggas wild for the sport
Fantasize about gettin' money in piles hundred miles from the court
Your shit Double Dutch, All my tunes like dope on a spoon when it bubble up, the fuck is up?
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