[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Play the game wise, if you live illegal, better keep it low
Never be ignorant to the vital shit you need to know
Street disciple, keep a Russian rifle, aim and heat my foe
Million dollar dreaming like DiBiase sleeper hold
My teeth is gold, mind is a diamond
Elevated from the dimes, now I deal with psychedelics like a ghetto shaman
Streetz always got a different scheme
Gettin' pretty bitches faded off the dimethyltryptamine
A fly rebel, high level, everything I spit supreme
Got 'ism like Fillmore Slim, king, I dick ya' queen
Came up, take a risk, I weighed the odds on the triple beam
Royal flush when they dealt me the cards so let me get my cream
In all hundreds, bitch I'm dumpin' for every day they was frontin'
Left they pockets with nothin', they come for no discussion
Just spread the culture and acquire wealth
Notice I murdered everything once I activated my higher self
Make the most out the moment, I've been tryna fast forward it
If the money's the devil, why the pastor askin' for this shit?
Something to think about, you a slave to the page when I bring the ink pen out
Damned if you ever step in the ring to bout, that's a promise
This bundle got the rusty razor pressed on it
Serve it to 'em raw and watch 'em vomit
We was doin' home invasions, livin' very reckless
Before the radio ever played a Rome Streetz record
[Interlude: Estee Nack]
Uh-huh (Ooh)
Know it's the motherfuckin' Nack Daddy
We just brought you news from the most high, you know?
[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Ayo, son, sun, moon, and star
Pullin' off in the supercharged double S, the Ruger large
I played the strip with a group of gods
Sellin' some, we build our mathematics, still the hell is done
I came a long way from penny-pinchin', the Benz SL jumps
Coppers intercepted the pack, I don't know where that mail is from
I can't interpret if niggas love me or they the jealous ones
The gods dropped the sciences on me and my melon spun
You ain't gotta buck, time is money so why you gettin' some?
My presence on a record a symbol of respect for Pun
I'm pluggin' and bangin' with niggas with sticks, I gets an electric drum
Credit to school of hard knocks, youngins never forget the slum
End of discussion a problem with the Nack, probably confessin' guns
Bout to make him catch and run, Amazing Race, just bettin' funds
They just be the basis of livin' situation
The bass will weigh somethin' like 80 megatons, Sega Saturn play the game
Switchin' my lanes, daily operation: "Pay me the bread son"
