Rome Streetz, ANKHLEJOHN - Paul Janssen lyrics

Hey, baby‚ you the one sold me the drugs
I'm gettin' high on‚ come on‚ man
Yo, don't fuckin' walk away from me, nigga
I sold you those drugs so
That you could make money
You forgetful motherfucker
You got high‚ so you fucked up, nigga, you
Oh‚ I fucked up? Yeah, you fucked up
This is a Shaap Records exclusive
Shaap shit only
Fuck wrong with these niggas?
Niggas know my name, nigga, Big Lordy
The one thing I don't play
Around with is niggas, man
You hear me? Yeah
What's the motherfuckin' dealy?
Fuckin' hear me?
Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout?
Stop playin' with these young niggas, man
Ayy, check



I got switched up the most
Some of the niggas I came up with
If you was with me before and not now
You can suck dick
On my way to Keshia house, got a tough grip
She the type that make niggas nut quick
I was raised up out of them trenches
Not a fuck to give (Not at all)
Converged up and I still stuff for ribs
For niggas, I make it tough to live
His mother lost his son
I had to rub her tears
Nigga, I'm somethin' that the public fears
You already know what the fuck it is
No cap in my rap like I don't fuck with Lids
So many people I disappointed
I'm the one that's anointed
You wanna talk to me, bitch
Make an appointment
You can't beat 'em, then join 'em
Call heads on a coin flip
Fentanyl came in a little
Tube like Neosporin ointment, yeah
Defeated the odds, now we feast with the gods
I pull strings like niggas
Playin' the guitars
I let my nuts hang, my penis is large
The meanest of broads wanna see about ours
She fat as shit, Lord, I can see from afar
Niggas got no heart
Petty ass mad got your bro up like a go-kart
Let niggas tell it, they relish
Move keys like Mozart, shit
You remind me of them back-in-the day niggas
Asking for a dollar in front of the store
Shrug my shoulder, nothing to say to niggas
Yeah kind of like Mitch did to Uncle Ice
I sold you drugs so you
Could buy somethin' nice (Stupid nigga)
You the one that took that flight
Gettin' high all night, stuffin' the pipe
Nigga, go get your life, shit
Your daddy was a rat, nigga
Your set drop some mice, shit
Niggas stuck in the can
Feelin' trapped for life
Find the OG on the ten, well
And ask him for advice

Like what should I do?
Gettin' out of here and never
Comin' back to this shit

Yo, you know who the fuck it is
My niggas movin' things, we all kings
Pulling strings like a puppeteer
You small ball niggas ball down
This the upper tier
Gemstone bars cut your ear
I stunt and gear this fear
My motherfuckin' nuts hang like a chandelier
My bitch ill like Pam Grier
Rock Chanel and gold Cartiers
Your whole squad is queer
You're running at your top speed
Sweating like a motherfucker
Still gettin' nowhere
(Y'all niggas is bums)
I do this at my own pace
Used to rob niggas with the mask on
Now magazines asking for pics of Rome's face
Collect the currency first
A ho is what I don't chase
You prayin' to that mystery god
That shit is so fake
Deaf and blind swine eaters
Been knew the world was mine
Didn't need no confirmation from
A palm reader been through mad shit
My life a page out the Don Diva
Been a fly nigga
I get pussy with my mom's features
How I sound is like Farrakhan's speeches
I show the devil what long reach is
We hard to hear
Me and ANKHLEJOHN is morphine
And fentanyl mixed raw shit
These niggas ain't no calm, they all corpses
(Niggas is dead) nothing as hard as this
Sniff 'til your nose lose all the cartilage
What I record is marvelous, motherfucker

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