Pocket Full of Beans Rome Streetz

[Intro]
It's hard to be away from some sound we have to kill
And don't jump and lie for slowly drifting by
And I say jump and you'll be home, in the grave where you belong
And I'm sending you this dubplate to your bumboclaat
Yeah
Never in your fuckin' life
Look, ayo

[Verse 1]
In the bank making deposits (Uh-huh)
I was just sellin' crank in the projects (I was)
Now I get Franks rippin' a concert (Uh-huh)
Broke, 'cause you niggas ain't poppin' (Hahaha!)
A nigga took a risk and I prospered
Got plenty in the pot, many options, bigger horizons (Yeah)
My nigga, I'm risin'; big Benz what I arrived in
Bad bitch drivin', fly king (Uh-huh)
Pay homage, sellin' beige product
Got to chase profit, tailor-made garments (Yeah)
Every bitch that I lay a goddess (Yeah)
I been 'bout it, 'bout it, ain't no way around it (Nah)
Every day I'm countin' plenty pay
Was drownin' in the street, Mommy pray I make it out it
Started with a stone, then I made a mountain (I did)
On my own, plenty haters doubt it
Got the pay and power, ain't respectin' cowards (Nah)
Know the world is ours, that's obvious (Yeah)
Without this rap shit, I'd be lit (Uh-huh)
Plenty dirty cash you'll see papi with (Work)
All you niggas squares like a floppy disk (Haha)
Unoriginal carbon copy shit
But you bum ass niggas could not be this (You niggas washed!)
I had to rise, my eyes seen lots of shit