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letra de the ugliest - rome streetz

[verse 1]
yo, check it
ayo
another cyanide scripture from the fly obnoxious pyrex pot prophet
popping a glock at 85ers
plenty paid pumping wavy product
everything i did been legendary like davy crockett
pigs got my name and number on the dockett for a few cases
got away with more mad sh-t cause i did it faceless
masked up on some lucha libre sh-t, streets display greatness
i pulled your b-tch and she polished the d-ck like a bracelet
wise minds is who i socialise and congregate with
currency to conversation, only code is i would comment
there’s drugs and street jargon in my content
bar marksmen, f-ck who you are, i’m arson
i hope god forgive our sins, i know sh-t logged in
we been wilding out, no funny sh-t
making slaps in and out the houses, turning thousands to money clips
play the game, understand highs and lows come with it
i’ve seen it both in many ways, i know pook’ and your money mitch
bad rich b-tches and the press-holders who cut they wrist
and i say all that to say n-ggas can’t f-ck with this

[chorus]
live from the ugliest
still thugging, mix the margiella with the rugby sh-t
touch the bucks and make it quadruple, f-ck doubling
we hustling, daily keep the pesos coming in
live from the ugliest
still thugging, mix the margiella with the rugby sh-t
touch the bucks and make it quadruple, f-ck doubling
we hustling, daily keep the pesos coming in
[verse 2]
ayo
your work weak, this that chyna – raw
go to the fiends tryna find the score, your sh-t poor but mine’ll draw
of course with mics i’m more like mike myers, yeah, maybe more
noise kandy 4 draw and plan to pocket handy born
add your bandana, my grammar is far from amateur
this that gold razor blade witch doctor fly sl!ck rap
auto mac with the kick-back
boil crack acid into foil, out for big stacks
that’s a definite
now i got it lit though i been through mad sh-t like hugh glass the revenant
fire when i pull up like kane entrance in wrestling
mask on my face like i’m measuring heroin
everything i write on the pad is scripted medicine
to bust your head like mescaline, excellent
peace to my a-alikes in this way of life
weighing white making every cutty pay the price
aim and stay precise, gamble life shaking dice
i’m not to be taken light
i elevated from my days of strife now i’m bull – big and back
you n-ggas kicking chicken scratch, f-ck outta here

- rome streetz

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