Rome Streetz, Peter Rosenberg - Hot97 Freestyle lyrics

Check, ayo look, ayo
Soul controller
Before the rap dough it was Os
Or the dro and the yola, ducking the rollers
Before the breakthrough it was the glow-up
Your hoe know and wanna blow us
'cause I flow so tough
I'm Bruce uppercutting Sho'nuff
I always knew that Judas could shapeshift
So I got no trust
Your Co'D got potential to be Cobra
I live by a certain set
Of codes, mouth closed, you know the culture
Digging my Prada pocket
Pull out product for a smoker
You brought me a sale
You get a piece just like a broker
You know the style, the kicks cost a thou'
My records sеll out
Before it was gel caps and valvеs
Clear baggies with grams
Put grands to my hand
F'ing the world vigorous
Been part of the plans
F Uncle Sam, got lit off a PPP scam
Sold you a short zip, the shit was 23 grams
All my fans know 'bout getting they
Chicken up by any means your fans is fiends
Putting percs in they Hennessy
Got a tendency
But bend the corners and German Vs
Mom said the stove was hot
The burn I got was third degree
Learned the lesson
Dancing with the devil could
Reverse your blessing
Then burst your wig, it only take a second
I seen many sides of life
The best and worst section
Then I transcended to talking
'ish on your record
Reckless, icy rigler necklace long time ago
I scratched B and the 'ish off my checklist
I pulled up with a chip on my shoulder
Clip in the holster
Fast whip, it's not a V6 in the motor
I'm the 'ish, your chick sniffing the odour
Getting dough off the raw dough
I mix with the soda
I walked the, razor's edge in fly sneakers
Rhyme ether roll high grade reefer
About the streets I could teach ya
Made cheese when they put
The dynamite to Tina
Cold as ice demeanor, got a whole pie
My starting slice was meagre
Made away smooth, got my money up
Bought a square
Now it's time to play like Gamecube
You most prolly fail tryna
Make the same moves aim'll stain you
Your brainwaves on my rain suit
Ran the field then I got
Mad hit's like Babe Ruth
Took trips in some of the
Workers with my bae boo
Told her to stay loose
Praise the black face Jesus
Been a made nigga with money
The money made you
Speak with criminal slang
My mouthpiece a chopper
Could start a fire if I spit in Vodka
It's that real
Before I flourished off of the rap skills
It was packs, krills
All sorts of deals just to fill
My fridge up with meals
I build and destroy too
Violate and run through your
Coy weak boy crew
Your soul in my sniper view when I drop it
Light the streets up like Michael's shoe
I been that nigga
Why would I ever envy the likes of you?
Stupid

WHOOOOOOOOOO gODDAMN
It's Rome Streetz, grrt grrt
Yo if you're gonna show up, be prepared
Dammit! Griselda
Rosenberg