[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Uh, ayo, you niggas garbage, I'm way ahead by a large margin
See no comp in this house of Hip Hop, bitch I'm Macaulay Culkin
The god they call me often come to usher you off to your coffin
Rock expensive cloths, don't give a fuck what it's costin'
It's catching wreck, gettin' travelers checks out in Boston
Fuck having a boss, I profit off what I'm involved in
All sins committed for the love of the fetti slime
Was borderline federal, no petty crime
Illegal life artistry, I got the world fiend' out for my next design
Chef the god just recollect checks off my impressive mind
Niggas tried to front but fold up soon as you press the line
And be like "never mind", I only parlay with the clever kind
I'll forever shine I was made for this
My dope leaking through the wrapper open the pack up and take a whiff
Nasal drip, fly player shit, my latest clip a greatest hit
Homicide and Futurewave makin' it
[Chorus: Rome Streetz]
The waviest, raw like white work they was cookin' up in '86
No sample if you wanna take a sniff then pay for this
I'll prefer the paper up front and I ain't changing shit
The waviest raw like white work they was cookin' up in '86
No sample if you wanna take a sniff then pay for this
I'll prefer the paper up front and I ain't changing shit
[Verse 2: Starker]
Yeah, uh, my pile of stories rather allegory, rockin' Gore-Tex in my forties
I'm out for yellow bricks like Dorothy, we out here chevvin' your shorty
Bitch pop a kiss she gonna book a flight for me and my niggas
We act a fool, perform our songs, all a movie
No lie detector, my survival lesson
Artists ain't learnin' they lesson until you send 'em real high like a Jetson
Movin' way above the Jefferson's, uh, light work, con Edison
Every grip we make a twin and move a sedative
Major flavors blocks in the street like Holly blocks in Jamaica
Drop these singles like clumsy secretaries fallin' with papers
My uncle JB had a chain so big, he threw it on his kids for punishment
That's my blood then I couldn't tell you his government
Give him a "guard you" and I'm gunnin' it
Sun touch my son no wonder won this to the island I flex, watchin' Tibaná
Heard these bullets go within, I got blicks for temples of Solomon
Estella then stick 'em up, no compliments, he gave it up
For massive digits do doing bad and business, you will be cappin magicians
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