[Intro: Rome Streetz]
This real shit, look
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
I had a lot of traffic comin' through the side door (I did)
Knocking the pie off, drive-by cunts coming through to buy more (What you mean?)
Fly talk, seen a guy dyin' in New York sidewalk (Dead)
I get mine, I got nobody to rely on
Your CD cover's the shit that I roll a line on
Live from the land where nobody love you, go buy your biome
Don't assume these niggas gon' let bygones be bygones
Lot of hate when they broke and your money a mile long (Fuck outta here)
Fuck humble, these niggas threw mе in a snake pit
I emergеd with a cobra skin, cold out of the jungle
Deep in the street of the music, I had to juggle (Uh-huh)
Nobody gon' give, you gotta take the shit to get your just due
Don't give a fuck how big you think you are, I'll crush you ('Fuck outta here)
Thinking like Escobar, now my mind more Diddy and Russell
Mogul shit, thousands - the only thing appropriate
Millions to my offspring when I finally procreate
[Chorus: Rome Streetz]
(Kid was signed, I had the best hand) There's dough to make
Tryna stack it higher than the Golden Gates (That money, nigga)
Costume jewelry, niggas washed, it's no debate (You niggas washed)
They had to grow, was out there selling blow with an open cake
There's dough to make (Uh-huh)
Tryna stack it higher than the Golden Gates (That money, nigga)
Costume jewelry, niggas washed, it's no debate (You niggas washed up)
They had to grow, was out there selling blow with an open cake
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Royal flush, I left the chips, I played this shit with a poker face
Iced out medallions on my Polo, swinging heavyweight
I'm really killing this shit in every way
Was battling the judge and a DA, now I get promo from the NBA players
Your shit weak, nigga, something that we don't play much
Notice frowns on they face lately, now that I came up
I got different taste, baby, you can't give me the same fuck
Two dimes, I double up, make 'em suck 'til they headbutt
Burberry bubble pocket, fill up with them blue bucks
Lemons with the fat laces, never gave two fucks
Seven days active, only find rich bitches attractive
Push a Benz, it's not a Cadillac whip
So smacked, so I can blow stacks at Saks Fifth
Turn a shy bitch to a mattress actress
I been mackin' way before this rap shit happened
I monetized my thoughts, sat back, and I cashed in
Stomach touchin' your back, you're starvin', lookin' mad thin
We out here eatin' like we gluttonous
Line up every nigga that you think is dope, I swear they can't fuck with us
(Fuck with me, fuck outta here)
[Chorus: Rome Streetz]
(Kid was signed, I had the best hand) There's dough to make
Tryna stack it higher than the Golden Gates (That money, nigga)
Costume jewelry, niggas washed, it's no debate (You niggas washed)
They had to grow, was out there selling blow with an open cake
There's dough to make (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Tryna stack it higher than the Golden Gates (That money, nigga)
Costume jewelry, niggas washed, it's no debate (You niggas washed up)
They had to grow, was out there selling blow with an open cake
[Outro: Rome Streetz]
"Came up takin'-takin' risks, got-got-got weigh the odds"
"Run a triple beam, beam, beam, fuck"
"Royal flush when, when they dealt me the cards"
"So, so, so let me get my cream"
"Royal flush when-when they dealt me the cards"
"When-when they dealt-dealt me the cards"
"So, let me get my cream"
"Spoiled plus, I played my hand like a royal flush"
[Outro Skit: Lukey Cage]
Nah'mean, like
You go to your favorite restaurant
I don't know where y'all motherfuckers eat at
You go there, you go to like, your favorite restaurant
You sit down, you order a steak
You know how that steak 'posed to taste
Know how your mashed potatoes 'posed to taste
You know how the broccoli, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know how that shit 'posed to taste
You know how they cook your crab legs
Your skrimps, your shrimps, nah mean?
You know how they 'posed to taste, know what I'm sayin'? Boom
So, when they bring you that food, you orderin' that food
And you paid for that food
Every once in a while, they bring it and it don't taste how it's 'posed to taste
Know what you do? You send that shit back
"Ayo son, uh, yo, uh, I ordered this right here, but I ain't get this
Uh, I know how this 'posed to taste, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
You gotta put some more spice in that, nah mean?
I paid for that," boom-boom, boom-boom, boom
Sometimes, niggas be sending them verses out
And you know how that shit supposed to feel and supposed to sound
But they ain't put enough sauce in that shit
They cooked it too quick, know what I'm sayin'?
They burnt it, they ain't cook it long enough
The middle all pink and shit
I want that shit well done, my nigga
