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letra de normal shit - rome streetz

[verse 1]
ayo, check it
the power’s in the information
not in that bullsh-t, fly by, now you a slave to the hype
fraudulent f-ckery i ain’t takin’
streetz’ll put fire to ya skin like cremation
i’m from a different creed, you need franklins
uncle sam ain’t have no job for me but scam and robbery
hand-to-hand with all different color grams for a larger fee
snub revolver in the polo parka, son quick on the reach
cameras on every corner, we still movin’ sh-t on gotham streets
the level that i’m on’s beyond your reach
give no f-cks like [?], lil’ fees n-ggas fiendin’ for the [?]
know the flow stretch from colorado out to mozambique
and leave in front of verbal murder over wavy sh-t
hoes get the d-ck, no chips in ’86
it’s the latest greatest f-ckin’ up your favorite
the sh-t i make is pit
draw the bl!ck, aim and freeze your frame like takin’ pics
you n-ggas ain’t no sh-t, just a lot of d-ck
dollars the only thing we discussin’ if we politic
line after line on some jackson pollock sh-t
it’s the god throwin’ flurries at the [?]

[chorus]
his eyes rolled back when he snorted it
heard your favorite rapper got smoked, that’s so unfortunate
clip you the f-ck off for a fortune on some normal sh-t
they praise the god, they forfaitin’ they offerin’
his eyes rolled back when he snorted it
heard your favorite rapper got smoked, that’s so unfortunate
clip you the f-ck off for a fortune on some normal sh-t
they praise the god, they forfaitin’ they offerin’
[verse 2]
ayo
been had the world in my palm, n-gga you knew that
makin’ change out you five dollar n-ggas and new jacks
ain’t had no pops, so early stop givin’ a f-ck what do that
funny now these n-ggas on my songs but they bums
’cause soon as i make a move they wanna copy tryna do that
unoriginal y’all crooks could never be god
this a different talk like farsi, but y’all ain’t see far
it’s longevity, f-ck overnight celebrity
i celebrate when i can sell a gram for more than seventy
yeah elevated and gettin’ h-lla cake from off the legacy
these n-ggas all fraud for a fact, it’s not allegedly
food on my fork, like the best chef recipe
your bars cool but you lack fly fresh n-gga energy
anytime i’m on the set [?] rest in peace
new york body but the tec from chesapeake
hit you in your neck and your head, and gave your chest a piece
my focus is the treasure in the chest, the rest is weak
i move like a master of chess, but get the checks with e
i care less who check for me
i’ve always been that n-gga and had b-tches after the d like the letter e
black, asian and lebanese, i flex the better st–z
green low leather man with the leather sleeves
don’t save the skees, let ’em leave, learn the lesson b
y’all n-ggas way less than me

- rome streetz

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