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letra de rome streetz freestyle | overtime | sway’s universe - rome streetz

[intro]
ayo, ayo
it’s rome streetz, n-gga
you already know what it is
look

[verse]
ayo, check
what the f-ck, you thought i wasn’t gonna bubble b-tch?
push a benz gt on some sp-ce shuttle sh-t
started out a troubled jit, out to level up the rich
had the world in my palm when i first touched that brick
gucci gloves on the rubber grip, was wildin’ out when young
got kicked out, had cops in my grandmother sh-t
pocket full of tanned b-tter hits that my brother whipped
drive-thru, serve you out the window, ah they loving it
they tried to slight me on the way up but now they sucking d-ck
grown men acting like hoes, i nevеr trust a b-tch
that’s street law, only break ones given by govеrnment
rock the fashion rebel with the gun tucked under it
shoot for me and all my sons i’m running with
reward only come with risk, numbers on the board, i’m up 106
slide with fly broads, you been square like a floppy disk
your front’ll drop out your mouth you try to copy this
rocky wrist, pockets on stocky and it’s obvious
all you fools on lukewarm, i got the hottest sh-t
when you hear me rock you know god exists
two pieced the devil when he tried to box, i had to blood clot his sh-t
yeah you weird n-ggas spit but you not as lit
i’m raw like peruvian coke, come take a brolic sniff
wake your nose up, ain’t sh-t changed
it’s still f-ck you pay me like a o-sl-t but now my dough’s up
flower that grew out the concrete, look how i rose up
six figures, n-ggas thought i wouldn’t make it as a spitter
they told me “do trap or auto-tone”
now they hitting me up for a verse but my prices not affordable
before you heard me rap on mass appeal, for real
i had a brick of molly wrapped in plastic, vacuum sealed
living fast – paranoid, can’t relax and chill
deep in dirt, wash the mud off the back of bills
i serve cris, plenty rock it, never had the will
i kicked the habit now it’s smacking this needle feel
this sh-t is real, you gon’ eat or not?
i made a castle out a couple stones, to start – i ain’t need a lot
these n-ggas eyes be wide open, they still don’t see the plot
too deep inside they emotional logic and they top
being broke my only opp, i aim to hold the gwap
and all across the globe is pretty hoes on romey c-ck
i got a flock, i’m a man of leisure
six figures on the visa, keep the bl!ckers – it’s procedure
i’m in milan with louis on
it look like magic how i elevated fast and i ain’t use a wand
i’m super lit, they use my face for murals
i had stacks of 20s all from fiends now they pay me in euros
i had the rise, i’m tryna side-step the bureau
walking on the edge of the razor, stepping on pure blow
this the flow i fried your favorite with
they know we’re close, i smoke anything in my radius
if she ain’t f-ckin’ touching no money then she get 86
time is money and i only spend it with a wavy b-tch
the money land right in my lap, i ain’t chasing sh-t
the load i carry too heavy for you, would break your wrists
i race the whip through gotham like i’m bruce wayne
same old player, new game – just more vicious
my body of work is death like a mortician
i told a deaf n-gga “boy, listen”
[outro]
f-ck outta here
it’s rome streetz n-gga
brrrrrt (blaow)

- rome streetz

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