Big Ghost LTD, CRIMEAPPLE - Romans lyrics

"He nice he’ll fuck you up so when
I got to that point, uh
There was these kids in
The projects from Hackensack"

Deberían saber lo que lo que estamos
Haciendo por supuesto what what!
Motherfuckers talking this and that you
Think you know what what

You think you know me, you don’t wanna know
Crush a 50 piece then blow
It up your mother’s nose in God we trust
I felt flushed when the narcs rush
Veal for lunch, teal tux and the stardust
Seals clubbed for the jacket
On my latest vixen
She gave me wisdom, sent the latest shipment
The shit came from a Malaysian prison
And made my right hand freeze
Liquid dope inside a Grand Maltese
I’m raising flags like Iwo Jima
I smoke the plant with white
Hairs like Dennis Farina
Ray Catena on the plate
My initials on the gate
Cilantro on the steak, icicles in the brace
Bitch how much will it take
This shit’s getting ridiculous
Watch Faces of Death
Y’all shit simply Insidious
Place me at the bottom
Guarantee I will prevail
Just like Tony Little coked out on a Gazelle
Forty-nine piranhas in the tank
Octopi bubbling every day I’m hustling
Every day you sucking dick
Inhale the gas, stay prepared for the drama
Bad guys with chinky eyes like Cary Tagawa
Wanna place me in a box like 8 slices
I raked Isis ate bison, skated
Brought the retainer to Greg Fleischmann
He wished me happy birthday
Gave me a golden crane so I reload and aim
Proceed injecting dope in veins
They overdosing on my verses
Waiting for a chorus
I am the EGGMAN bitch I am the walrus
Farrah Fawcett in the rental
Straight from Corpus Christi
You thought I’d let this shit breathe
Please Lord forgive me
Illuminati got my mind, soul, and my body
To get biscotti, slung pinecones in the lobby
Painted my pictures on the canvas
Flagrant glamorous
Rocking specs like Kurt Rambis in Los Angeles
Cubics the stain of amethyst
Author of the manuscript
Whoever want it off wax can
Quickly get they candle lit fuck rap
I’m taking all advances to the pollo spot
You the type to call with 500
Like "this all I got!
Help me out!" I send with the plunger out
Tell him bring them crumbs
And get some lunch, yeah take 100 out bitch
We on another route
Offers I seen a dozen now
Yeah they signed son but
Who wouldn’t he suck for clout?
Wash your fucking mouth
Yeah I got the scope for you
Your dog came, enough fire for both of you
I mean really
What the fuck was you supposed to do
I’m eating off the parcel going
Postal in the vocal booth
I don’t sneak diss my boy
I’m pretty outspoken
Black & Mild smoking nouveau riche
Crack child opus
Leave shit all in your chest like emotions
Unless I’m hit first
Then I ain’t pleading for atonement
Just make sure I’m dead or
You gone see the omen
Stick me with the spear in
My rib like the Romans what

Everybody with me fam
Ain’t no fucking friends
I’m waiting for the bonus level
I’ma crush the pence
I’m just a crack baby out
Here tryna touch some yen
I need it all, playa -100s, 50s, 20s, 10s
Everybody with me fam
Ain’t no fucking friends
I’m waiting for the bonus level
I’ma crush the pence
I’m just a crack baby out
Here tryna touch some yen
I need it all, playa -100s, 50s, 20s, 10s

Fuck you think we came for? You can hold that
Monopoly money tryna get me
A little something
Keep most of it make me pay taxes? Fuck all
That i’m talking parsnips watercress
Quails and Cornish
Hens fresh like I’m born again don’t talk to
Me don’t talk to me unless you talking
Right we ain’t out here to be fucked up
We ain’t luck up either god did this
God did this go find yourself what go find
Yourself this is God’s work homie whah

"Beedy -who was like the illest -and two of
His friends would go up against me, and
Two people of my choice one of them was
My boy Oscar, who got me into
Like, seriously writing, you know
What I’m saying
In high school and another cat named James
Who was from like another town over and
We just thought he was the illest
Cuz he just was on some like Necro shit…"