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letra de in too deep - rome streetz

[intro: dialogue from atl (2006)]
i call you “sun”, ’cause you shine like one
conductor
conductor, we have a problem!
conductor, we have a problem!
conductor, conductor we have a problem! ()

[verse 1]
ayo, ayo
dirty green cream before the brown sugar
are you the player scorin’ buckets on the team or just an onlooker? (which one?)
these fools don’t honor they queens, they want a hooker
on the scene tryna oppress a n-gga that wanna book ya
as far as these bars, i cook ya
sauté, saw benjis galore sellin’ raw in my hallway
the game is a wh0re, gotta open on [.44 ?]
before i f-ck her, brain on my pocket, son that’s my forte
the [?] the currency, only got room for that currently
nothing that you get from streetz come for free
i prayed that these 50 grams’d transform to a ki’
was flat broke, now the sh-t, we roll and smoke 10g’s
knife wounds in your spine usually come from a friend’s greed
jealous ones envy, gotta watch those intensely
was f-cked up, now i got all this sh-t in a frenzy
knew i’d grow to be the pharoah since i rolled a 10 speed
[chorus]
now we cl!ckin’
always knew you’d get much further in life if you talked less than you listen
i was in too deep, drownin’ before i started swimmin’
surrounded by temptations, drug money and fast women
now we cl!ckin’
always knew you’d get much further in life if you talked less than you listen
i was in too deep, drownin’ before i started swimmin’
surrounded by temptations, drug money and fast women

[verse 2]
lot of levels in this sh-t, son, i ain’t even started transcendin’ (nah)
the quest to acquire the fortune is neverending
and sellin’ all these percocets don’t come with a pension
plus these pills pay me more than all these views and mentions
hittin’ l!cks paranoid, tryna duck the feds (uh uh, uh uh)
i ain’t up ’till i’m touchin’ warren buffett bread
made a reality out the stuff that i thought up in my head
n-ggas dumb, deaf and blind, still they don’t know the lead (n-ggas stupid!)
hold your head to n-ggas in cages, goin’ thru situations
make a treasure chest out of your trials and tribulations
naomi blew trial [?] spittin’ in jury faces
before i caught a wave with the music, all i caught was cases
now i’m jordan with a spalding ball, all greatness
dior fragrance, want the ‘fetti, f-ck famous
[chorus]
now we cl!ckin’
always knew you’d get much further in life if you talked less than you listen
i was in too deep, drownin’ before i started swimmin’
surrounded by temptations, drug money and fast women
now we cl!ckin’
always knew you’d get much further in life if you talked less than you listen
i was in too deep, drownin’ before i started swimmin’
surrounded by temptations, drug money and fast women

[outro]
p–p!
conductor, we have a problem!

- rome streetz

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