[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Yo, ayo
Now I'm in the limelight, 'cause I rhyme tight
I swear stylin' on them is easy 'cause none of these niggas rhyme right
Shit was vicious, now it's only riches in my eyesight
Countin' legit digits off of the scriptures that I write
My life, did a 360
I went from grams on a dish, to bein' the shit makin' rap history
Lately the truth is rare, they just believe in cap strictly
Residue on vision wear we was movin' that crack swiftly
Now we currently dealing art for cryptocurrency
You peons minor league, no way you measurе up to me
Get run down on, and you give up your goods rеluctantly
Wasn't luck, just a hundred percent hustle thoroughly
Stack the money up and stay lowkey 'till you OG
Never tell the truth to these hoes, juggers, and police
Was thumbin' through dirty dollars before you heard of Rome Streetz
My palms still filthy for sure, these fuckers know me
[Chorus: Rome Streetz]
All I know is cop and flip
Now I move a different type of dope that you ain't gotta hit your nostrils with
Niggas don't really want no smoke, they rather politic
Shut the fuck up if your convo ain't bout no profitin'
All I know is cop and flip
Now I move a different type of dope that you ain't gotta hit your nostrils with
Niggas don't really want no smoke, they rather politic
Shut the fuck up if your convo ain't got no profitin'
[Verse 2: Ransom]
All I know is quarters and staircases, the bare basics
Cognac with some bare chasers, sold crack for some mere wagers
No static from square neighbors, broke addicts who share razors
Weird favors like borrowin' clothes if we near ages
Here, save this, some white shell toes with the square laces
Fear cages, get surrounded by killers that's hair braiders
Prayer saved us from children that tatted up teared faces
Can't take us, you can ball out for years if you clear waivers
Hear greatness, from fuckin' up mama's stove, to the hottest flows
Exotic hoes that only wear solid gold and erotic clothes
Supermodels playin' inside they nose, then they gotta pose
But I ain't into no selfies, make sure that my dinner's healthy
Shit'll help me, the devil make sure that a sinner's wealthy
Been swimmin' in hell's fire, they prayin' that shit'd melt me
Save your wishin', I got the HK, it's a late edition
Great for missions, now you fit for a coffin in grave condition, nigga
[Chorus: Rome Streetz]
All I know is cop and flip
Now I move a different type of dope that you don't gotta hit your nostrils with
Niggas don't really want no smoke, they rather politic
Shut the fuck up if your convo ain't bout no profitin'
All I know is cop and flip
Now I move a different type of dope that you ain't gotta hit your nostrils with
Niggas don't really want no smoke, they rather politic
Shut the fuck up if your convo ain't got no profitin'
