[Verse: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, niggas talking this and that you know that my shit's the best
As far as streets I've dealt with everything from tress to crystal meth
Official rep, you fuckin' up, you talk more and listen less
Got reptile style I'll throw a bullet through a lizard flesh
Your shit is disconnect, they hear your shit and they hit eject
They cop my disc and try to find a way to stick it in they neck
God knows I'm a sinner trying to change my ways and live correct
Chasing CNR self heat and I ain't finished yet
The money sweet but the game bitter like Vinaigrette
Got Tom Brady vision I viеw the world through these Finnish spеcs
Since a little nigga all I wanted was a Inner Tech
An Avorex and mad weed to smoke out a bubble Lex
Elevated, all the plans change now I'm more ambitious
Need my 40 acres not blowing all the paper on bitches
Niggas they claiming to be gods but I'm sacrilegious
Cross me and get burnt, backslapped something ridiculous
Couple names on the hitlist but them dudes got whacked
Feel some type of way take it in vain just like it's smack
I'm a Mack, that's a fact nothing fictitious
Hitting bitches with the Sex Pistol like Sid Vicious
For the quid I had em' sniffing mixtures
On the road to perdition we was pitchin', wishin' six figures
Stack up on the table fuck luck I'm able
To hustle for all my bucks and fuckin' make due
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