Destiny Child

[Intro: Rome Streetz] Griselda by Fashion Rebels Ayo [Verse 1: Rome Streetz] Even a big gun got a little black hole The desk of these record execs probably hold your black soul If you sold it, not me, I'm in the driver's seat Soul controlling, never talking cheap, my teeth golden They use a key to shovel the blow in They nose and pay me all of the money they owe me for those As far as shit that I compose, it's a picture of my life Running roads, certain codes and making thousands off a flip phone Keep blickers in my trousеrs that'll more than chip bones I got this shit sewn likе Dapper Dan from Queens to Pakistan So the cash I got in my stash come from the rapping fans The other cheese is undisclosed, low, under clothes All these hoes love me 'cause I'm real, you really loving hoes There's only one of me, but it's a ton of those Off-brand corny niggas thinking they coming close My work fire, you could never cut my throat, make the dope somersault My M.O. is moving drugs, smooth scams and some assault Everything I ever wrote is crack smoke, nigga [Chorus: Rome Streetz] Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do) Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here) I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, real shit (Baow, baow, baow) Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do) Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here) I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, ayo (Baow, baow) [Verse 2: Rome Streetz] I started from the audience, now honestly, I'm running all this shit Nothing forced, them other niggas come across fraudulent To get me on a song is gonna cost you two quarter bricks I’m fortunate, remember when it was a hundred for the fix Prada, two straps on the kicks, laser attached to the blicks Back it out and clap, the shit accurate Sometimes life and death depends on hesitation, can't be too patient Chasing dough, we was catching zoes like immigration Had Xans for the patient I seen a nigga go from a Percocet to a hypodermic set Told him stay away from the fire and then it burned his flesh Know the ledge, then you learn to step You can't put the two before the one, you dumb, you better come correct All I ever needed was a connect [Chorus: Rome Streetz] Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do) Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here) I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round, real shit (Baow, baow, baow) Watch me cook, I got the recipe now (I do) Born to do this, bitch, I'm destiny child Keep a big Ruger for Judas if he step to me foul (Fuck outta here) I aim, squeeze and hit his neck with a round (Baow, baow)