Royal Flush

[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