[Intro: Rome Streetz]
Would you read us a bedtime story?
Passed me the pistol
Bam, I look through the door
I see like three, four niggas
Conductor, Conductor, Conductor
Yeah-yeah
Yeah, check, ayo
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Being fucked up for years, locked in the box is not the goal
I figured out the flip, I turned a pot of piss to pots of gold (I did)
Life a gamble like a dice roll at the Bellagio
I got the glow, big bottom hoes wanna top me slow
And buy me shit like I'm Kenny Redd, my life phenomenal
Still the same screw-faced youth that pull a nine on you
My namе ring from east to west like a linе of longitude
The dope dirty, cut with Fent', he died off of a line of food
Garbage dudes couldn't shine my shoes, always knew
It'd speak volumes when you come up crazy off making silent moves
Jail was hell, somehow I found heaven in the solitude
Kept a scalpel, number eleven, front, then I'm oxin' you
Living rapid, mommy told me slow down like chopped and screwed
On the road to riches, keep a four pound for obstacles
In the inner pocket of my mobster suit
Where I'm from a bum'll kill you over a crumb and not lots of loot
The homie told me stay off 50 like it's '04
Even the smartest niggas tryna know more, wisen up
Nigga died with his eyes open, he wasn't live enough
My bitch bad as fuck, body smokin', still'll line you up
Like the ruler, mind on money making maneuvers
Never make the news again, my legal shooter'll do ya
The Ruger spit fire like King Koopa, you niggas losers
Bow and kiss the ring, I got this rap thing in a stupor (Yo)
Would you read us a bedtime story?
Passed me the pistol
Bam, I look through the door
I see like three, four niggas
Conductor, Conductor, Conductor
Yeah-yeah
Yeah, check, ayo
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Being fucked up for years, locked in the box is not the goal
I figured out the flip, I turned a pot of piss to pots of gold (I did)
Life a gamble like a dice roll at the Bellagio
I got the glow, big bottom hoes wanna top me slow
And buy me shit like I'm Kenny Redd, my life phenomenal
Still the same screw-faced youth that pull a nine on you
My namе ring from east to west like a linе of longitude
The dope dirty, cut with Fent', he died off of a line of food
Garbage dudes couldn't shine my shoes, always knew
It'd speak volumes when you come up crazy off making silent moves
Jail was hell, somehow I found heaven in the solitude
Kept a scalpel, number eleven, front, then I'm oxin' you
Living rapid, mommy told me slow down like chopped and screwed
On the road to riches, keep a four pound for obstacles
In the inner pocket of my mobster suit
Where I'm from a bum'll kill you over a crumb and not lots of loot
The homie told me stay off 50 like it's '04
Even the smartest niggas tryna know more, wisen up
Nigga died with his eyes open, he wasn't live enough
My bitch bad as fuck, body smokin', still'll line you up
Like the ruler, mind on money making maneuvers
Never make the news again, my legal shooter'll do ya
The Ruger spit fire like King Koopa, you niggas losers
Bow and kiss the ring, I got this rap thing in a stupor (Yo)
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