Razors from the Stereo

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz] Every time I crimp the mic, get ready for your burial Stereo razor blade flying out of your stereo Rhyme 'bout my crime, life, various scenarios Put the gun I ain't near your nose, if you dare oppose Beware of smoke, feel like a chemist when I prepare to load Life gave me lemons, I turned into Everclear and gold Debonair and bold, these squares fold like origami They hate the Lord and you'rе the grimy You lost running through the royal New York mazе blindly Get your head knocked off by a shorty for less than a nine piece Soccer to my pocket, need both of my palms greased Before the crack, Hip-Hop and the powder coke is the R&B Money is the A, best friends, sorta like Don C Shoot the snake skin off your fitted, you try to harm me Quarter A, y 'all loop long, shoot calmly I don't get the whole climb, walking away with a large piece I made a fortune off my phone, made even more off my mentality Something these niggas never saw [Verse 2: Plex Diamonds] For our niggas who sold rags and women who were stuck No need to serve up a plate when you shaking up every store Hotboxing with the eye of a tiger More abusing than distributing, when will you staff up as the supplier? Shoot up the dancehall, brother used to goose with niggas Before he went and played handball Breaking up the swipe, seven days, seven nights You only die once up in this life Yo, word to everything I'm about to sell Close the store and steal the packs, send off like a private sale That's the final tell, saving the faith or rot in jail Instead of a mismatch, it's a kickback Sorry, not sorry, don't hustle like God's Son and Damien Marley Should've never even made it this far, there was nothing for me We're not even this free, in this far-reached life Adam and Eve But that's another story say goodnight to the bad guy Well I'll find out what happened to Kevin Lord, I swear it's taking off, mad time Too well if you ain't know, you gave your dad's pride Gotta get rid of the hard times and bad vibes [Verse 3: O Dawg] Can't know in cabal how my niggas masked up You ain't no match up, zips moving, flying past ya To leave you gassed up, put it past ya getting duped if you act up First a trapper, turned into a raw rapper Laid the league down for four quarters, get your ass up Off the short, the bottom of the dog, we can get it on Four backwards on these opp niggas, heard this is war Kick in the door, only thought is to slaughter Spraying in the action on the scene, it's a horror Double E shorts, when I hit the lane switch Real men is in the rent-take, bitch, dog [Verse 4: Madhattan] No battle rapping, they battle rappers, don't ride the wave Carry medics in army jackets, we not afraid I'm not amazing unless I'm looking in my father's face Bargain basement prices, have me with a brick and carving ace This ain't target practice, I be with the shit I'm flying, got a buzz, plus I be with the shit it's obvious as shit They ain't bosses, they on a ship Play sick, I say shit, got the matrix, 'bout to glitch This top rhyming, the top dogs, that pop sauce Genuine as Gucci kicks, sitting next to knockoffs Glizzy on the hip, y'all choking over hot dogs Spit like I drank a gallon of ghost pepper hot sauce Yeah, it's fuck you if you ain't with me Living dangerously up corners with the masonry That's why this called not a A to B These rappers still hating me, they girl masturbating me [Verse 5: Chyna Streetz] God told me don't look back, ain't no reason to be salty Four friends faulty, playing both sides like Minota Looks like this father let him paint the fucking town red Now you bitches wanna rap, PP guns on bust left If they not around, don't ask me bout them hoes It's clear they wrongly chose a conqueror No matter who oppose, I cruise the open road Freely, here's a freebie, you can never be me Hardly see me, hustling to bake me in feets You all skanky like Ruby Keith the way it goes, I'm better than you Surrounded by some gentlemen who get the paper from Blue The game ain't new, I'm on stage, you in the bleachers C Could never reach us Ironic lessons teachers used to get teased for my features Now my features get me paid, you belly belt who getting laid