Suicide

[Intro: Rome Streetz]

Suicide, it's a suicide, buda bye bye

Suicide, it's a suicide

Ayo

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]

Pound for pound, their arms too short to box the god, they weak (Uh-huh)

I pile boxes, six feet deep, all of the marks in your squad (Uh-huh)

Still charm your broad, and have her wilding like it's Mardi Gras (Yeah)

The Don with all Armani on, keep a firearm (Fire, fire)

This the dope they all fiendin to try, go and tie your arm

They bought that weak shit from that guy, but I supply the bomb

See, the truth inside a liar's eye, know when the vibe is wrong

Reside in a condo now, but I started out the vagabond (Uh-huh)

Met the connеct through a high school friend, then plugged up (I did)

In bеtween, all I ever dreamed of in a drug bust

Killin' shit severely, you would swear he had a bloodlust

Keep them snakes nowhere near me, rarely do I trust hugs (Nah)

Handshakes, smiles and phony gestures for a hundred grams

I charge him three thou', we took the product out the chest

To fuck it up, I get you touched like a molester, you're all lesser

Brick Lesnar, got this shit lit off a double-up tester (Uh-huh)

And multiply, most you guys would fry under pressure (Niggas washed)

And die a slow murder I scribed, you niggas jobs

Small like a rock-out, a two for vibes, six million ways to die

You decide, let somethin' hot fly through your side (Bah, bah)

[Chorus: Rome Streetz]

Suicide (It's a suicide), push you inside (Get out of here)

Real big difference between you and I

We on opposite sides of the spectrum, like truth and lies

Do or die, the tools what I had to utilize

Suicide (It's a suicide), push you inside (Get out of here, nigga)

Real big difference between you and I

We on opposite sides of the spectrum, like truth and lies

Do or die, the tools what I had to utilize

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

Ayo, bro don't go nowhere without his pole (He got it on him)

It's in the car, even when he at parole (That nigga buggin', man)

You know the vibes, where I'm from, the streets is cold (You know what's up, pussy)

Junkies shootin', H-Town in the toes (Hahaha)

My bitch, I work, I'm gettin' busy on the stove (Whip, whip)

One half and two quarters, that's a whole (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

See me ridin' through the trenches and the roads (You see me ridin', right?)

The homie with me, he gon' wipe the nigga nose (Brr)

Ayo, I'm still in my prime like Deon the coach

Machine, bitch, I'm beyond reproach, I'm beyond the ghost (Hahaha)

Put dick in that bitch mouth, be on the throat (Ah)

Ivy on the rope (Ah), like, why the diamond choker?

I'll be honest, I don't know why I spoke (Woo)

Even Goose was like, "Why do you even bother with these rappers?"

Even Maury know that you these niggas fathers (Hahaha)

They know I'm the truth, with all this spooky shit I offer

Got some goons with me that hop out and boom at niggas chargers

Niggas get out of pocket, I'm clappin' you (Huh?)

So let's just keep it wrapped

But you don't wanna do that, 'cause you know I'm outrappin' you (Facts)

And let's not even bring up the discussion of capital (Come on, man)

You bum-ass niggas never touched bags to this magnitude (I'm gettin' money, nigga)

Y'all should be showin' me gratitude (Huh?)

I kicked that door down, they ain't close it, I left a crack for you (Talk to 'em)

Niggas threw shots at me, I didn't feel no pressure

Two niggas 'posed to had did it, they killed both (Ha)

Even the 'net niggas be fake rope, and real broke

It's Rome, Machine, Ghost, motherfucker (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, nigga)

[Chorus: Rome Streetz]

Suicide (It's a suicide), push you inside (Get out of here)

Real big difference between you and I

We on opposite sides of the spectrum, like truth and lies

Do or die, the tools what I had to utilize

Suicide (It's a suicide), push you inside (Get out of here, nigga)

Real big difference between you and I

We on opposite sides of the spectrum, like truth and lies

Do or die, the tools what I had to utilize

[Segue]

Suicide, it's a suicide, buda bye bye

Suicide, it's a suicide, buda bye bye

They should save New York City right about now

[Outro: Lukey Cage]

Peace, the good, the bad, the terrible

Disappear, you already know, you know what I'm sayin', like?

Boom, street fighter

Some niggas, all they use is Ken and Ryu

Kinda like NBA and football, NFL shit

All niggas know is LeBron

Don't matter what team, what's your team? LeBron

Whatever team LeBron on, boom, whatever

What team gonna win? Warriors, the Patriots, whatever

Fuck that, whatever, all niggas use is Ken and Ryu

They don't even know about Dhalsim, M. Bison

You know what I'm sayin'?

They don't—, E Honda, Chun-Li, they don't even know

No, no, Tekken shit, all niggas use is Eddy Gordo, what the fuck?

Type of niggas'll go to a five r—, five star restaurant

And order chicken fingers, fuck wrong with you, nigga?

The fuck is wrong with you, you know what I'm sayin'?

But once you go outside of the norm

You realize, you can do a lot more, but some niggas

They don't even expand their horizons past that shit

You know what I'm sayin'?

Like, you could hop off the fence with Vega and shit

You could do a lot of shit, know what I'm sayin'?

It's like hip-hop

Some niggas only know NBA YoungBoy

And fuckin' Drake and all that shit, man

But once you get down here

And find the good shit and utilize it, you'll be a lot better

Fuck Ken and Ryu and Eddie Gordo