[Intro: Sample]
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[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
They told me, "Better look out or get took out"
Know some niggas that never made it home from the cookout
You either square, play ball, hustle, or go the jux route
Win or lose, no in-between, survival what the hood 'bout
Don't be scared to fight, put up a good bout
Roll the dice, gamble life; married to the game, wedding bands and rites
Energy expensive and my time is an outlandish price
Got diamonds in my mind, so understand I need my bands precise
[Verse 2: TEK]
I'll be rockin' both my gold chains when I be in the shower
Move around like a ghost so it give me power
Because what a nigga don't know 'bout, he can't destroy
Next to pussy, revenge is the sweetest joy
That's what I heard; action over words
You don't get nowhere in life by fuckin' bein' scurred
Better pick your balls up along with this 40
For my respect, I'm goin' out in a blaze of glory
[Verse 3: Rome Streetz]
Today's math is cash, think fast or get left behind
Your conversation they pay, I pay you niggas no nevermind
It costs you nothin' to pay attention, just know I'm gettin' mine
Your mind's full of swine, me and your kind can never intertwine
[Verse 4: TEK]
Ayo
I learned you can't please everybody, so stop tryin'
They call Muhammad a false prophet, say he was lyin'
Two dope boys; y'all average niggas borin'
Send shots through the window and doors on your foreigns
[Interlude: Sample]
So full of hate, you just wanna go out and fight everybody
'Cause you been whipped and chased by hounds
Well, that might not be livin', but it sure as hell ain't dyin'
And dying's what these white boys been doin' for goin' on three years now
Dyin' by the thousands - dyin' for you, fool
I know, 'cause I dug the graves
And all the time I'm diggin', I'm askin' myself, "When? When, oh Lord is gonna be our time?"
Well, time's comin'
[Verse 5: Rome Streetz & TEK]
Time tickin', this cloth a different concept, we shine different
Came a long way from cuttin' dimes in my mom's kitchen
Mind on a mission, got motivation and ambition
Brain is a rifle and I got infinite ammunition
For all my enemies, I got bullets with names on 'em
Glizzy's with infs on 'em, gloves leave no prints on 'em
Fleek G-O-D, nigga, me in the flesh
You talkin' 40 and over? I gotta be one of the best
Nonetheless, keep somethin' to dump in your chest
Better cut the check, but it's chess
Your next move correct, pawns get popped
Kings lose the crown, 'fuck you expect?
You better live to death
It ain't too many left of my caliber; Hellcat or the Challenger
Fuck you and your manager, swing cannon Excalibur
Who you think you fuckin' with, dick?
You fuckin' amateurs
Me and Rome had your bitch, we fuckin' sandwiched her
This the crack fiend smokin' out of the Coke canister
Dope demonstration, shots for these niggas hatin'
Hustled in the staircases, made sales by the banister
Now the flow got me in front of media cameras
Your new shit couldn't fuck with shit that I did years ago
I'm light years ahead...
