Rome Streetz, 38 Spesh, Daniel Son (CAN) - Supa Star lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz, 38 Spesh, Daniel Son CAN - Supa Star lyrics]
Y’all know what fuckin’ time it is, man
Brown bag money shit
Shout out 38 Spesh getting me
On this ‘94 shit, man
I was five years old in ‘94
It was a glorious fuckin’ year
Youngin’ on the courtside running around
You feel me?
Uh, B40s like OE sterile
My dude got high off his supply
But he sold E pills and I was
Teeth grinding like cocaine sellers
Not everybody built up for the dope game
Fellas
So let it be a lesson, I disguise a blessing
Everybody’s Screwface in beef
They’re interesting victim to the murder
City need an intervention
Roll with two brothers
Who dat? Smif-n Wessun?
Yo, I pray to God that
Someone saves your life
‘Cause the devil running ‘round
Shutting off halo lights
I watch him pack a pistol when they go fight
The Heckler speak German like
The Django’s wife got my mask on running in
Caught him with his other friend
Movements was too loud
That’s what done him in
As a little kid I spent my time on punishment
Hit him with the only shot, motherfucker
Mulligan that shit
Made rap money but the fiends calling
So it’s doe to get (Uh, huh)
On my way to sell six grams
When I wrote this shit (Facts)
Rome on the track
Bet I black like a smoker mitt (Uh)
Life a gamble, bitch
I’m like a million dollar poker chip (Uh)
Taking risks
Couple more flips then I go legit
Off the name got the game
Choking in a cobra grip
Fully-loaded with the chrome toaster soviet
(Bow) just in case I gotta waste
You and your associate
Keep a hold a strip that I show the bitch
Blow the trick (Uh, huh)
Sip this shit right, end of the night
We hold a grip
Street signs I apply it, know I got the fire
Toss an extra bag to the first-time buyers
(Uh, huh)
Cuddies love me like Freddy Myers (Yup)
Got a MacBook for a 100-piece
I need a charger wire (Uh)
Big coin when I hit suppliers (Facts)
That work drop out the sky like
Bird shit, we’re splitting pies up
You niggas liars
Huh, and that right there was Daniel
Son and the homie Rome Streetz
Trust, let’s go, 1994, nigga
What, huh (Huh, Huh)
Brown bag money shit
Shout out 38 Spesh getting me
On this ‘94 shit, man
I was five years old in ‘94
It was a glorious fuckin’ year
Youngin’ on the courtside running around
You feel me?
Uh, B40s like OE sterile
My dude got high off his supply
But he sold E pills and I was
Teeth grinding like cocaine sellers
Not everybody built up for the dope game
Fellas
So let it be a lesson, I disguise a blessing
Everybody’s Screwface in beef
They’re interesting victim to the murder
City need an intervention
Roll with two brothers
Who dat? Smif-n Wessun?
Yo, I pray to God that
Someone saves your life
‘Cause the devil running ‘round
Shutting off halo lights
I watch him pack a pistol when they go fight
The Heckler speak German like
The Django’s wife got my mask on running in
Caught him with his other friend
Movements was too loud
That’s what done him in
As a little kid I spent my time on punishment
Hit him with the only shot, motherfucker
Mulligan that shit
Made rap money but the fiends calling
So it’s doe to get (Uh, huh)
On my way to sell six grams
When I wrote this shit (Facts)
Rome on the track
Bet I black like a smoker mitt (Uh)
Life a gamble, bitch
I’m like a million dollar poker chip (Uh)
Taking risks
Couple more flips then I go legit
Off the name got the game
Choking in a cobra grip
Fully-loaded with the chrome toaster soviet
(Bow) just in case I gotta waste
You and your associate
Keep a hold a strip that I show the bitch
Blow the trick (Uh, huh)
Sip this shit right, end of the night
We hold a grip
Street signs I apply it, know I got the fire
Toss an extra bag to the first-time buyers
(Uh, huh)
Cuddies love me like Freddy Myers (Yup)
Got a MacBook for a 100-piece
I need a charger wire (Uh)
Big coin when I hit suppliers (Facts)
That work drop out the sky like
Bird shit, we’re splitting pies up
You niggas liars
Huh, and that right there was Daniel
Son and the homie Rome Streetz
Trust, let’s go, 1994, nigga
What, huh (Huh, Huh)