Higher Self

[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"