
Wheel of Fortune DJ Muggs & Rome Streetz
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[Intro]
WHEEL! OF! FORTUNE!
[Verse]
Ayo
Move in silence, ya intentions concealed often
Especially if you wanna cash out on that wheel of fortune
That was the game he got from young thugs that came before him
He watched from the sidelines, they on the court scorin
He wanted the world, pretty girls and Ralph Lauren
All the Jordans but his parents couldn't afford 'em
School was borin, started hustlin, runnin with them wild niggas that was scorin on Fordham
These fifty bags, give me a hundred for four them
By the tower, knew some old hеad niggas that bought 'em
Long story short, shit transformed, now it's awesomе
He up flossin', made a pie out a portion
Now sun shine in the ghetto, 'fore the star of death get closer when you rise up a level
They hate hard, on schedule like a day job
They love to hang men on the gallows when it's they call
He was the homie, he was this and that
It's whatever, make something out the life you was given, scrap
The fool gon' fail, better wise up
Niggas put something in his drink, and he go and get five cups
Tried him for a chain, thought he was a lame
Didn't know he was strapped, he clapped son in his frame
Bystanders told, he copped out the manslaughter, fifteen-o
That nigga wrote me from the hole like "Rome, do ya shit"
Too legit
WHEEL! OF! FORTUNE!
[Verse]
Ayo
Move in silence, ya intentions concealed often
Especially if you wanna cash out on that wheel of fortune
That was the game he got from young thugs that came before him
He watched from the sidelines, they on the court scorin
He wanted the world, pretty girls and Ralph Lauren
All the Jordans but his parents couldn't afford 'em
School was borin, started hustlin, runnin with them wild niggas that was scorin on Fordham
These fifty bags, give me a hundred for four them
By the tower, knew some old hеad niggas that bought 'em
Long story short, shit transformed, now it's awesomе
He up flossin', made a pie out a portion
Now sun shine in the ghetto, 'fore the star of death get closer when you rise up a level
They hate hard, on schedule like a day job
They love to hang men on the gallows when it's they call
He was the homie, he was this and that
It's whatever, make something out the life you was given, scrap
The fool gon' fail, better wise up
Niggas put something in his drink, and he go and get five cups
Tried him for a chain, thought he was a lame
Didn't know he was strapped, he clapped son in his frame
Bystanders told, he copped out the manslaughter, fifteen-o
That nigga wrote me from the hole like "Rome, do ya shit"
Too legit
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