KURT - ROMAN GODS lyrics
[KURT - ROMAN GODS lyrics]
Walk on water lyk Jesus nigga I revive christ
Huh who dun thought daht dis kid bright
Maybe is the anthems he be
Singing all damn night, huh
Gimme the mic ya still
Struggling wit stage fright
Ya Homies told ya daht ya dead nice
Buh, yeah right
Ya ain't sounding lyk ya pissed off
All ya letters kinda criss cross
Am the opposite and ya soft
Can't match with MA catalog am dead raw
Imma feed ya sumn hammer sauce huh
Lyk Triple H in a game
Pedigree am dropping ya brains
Ya better restrain
Wonder why am acting this way
The passion i'mma take it to the grave
Ash on name
Double quarter lyk ya running back
Ya bitch boring had to double back
Need me coins and alot of stacks
Always knew bout the government
Yung nigga been irrelevant
Hear me now hope am making sense
Quadrupled looking closely
TRY'NA chase all using both feet
N thy won't leave
Knock em out take his gold teeth
Gon sell em for sumn palm trees
(yeah, ya know me, acting OG)
Mississippi Avenue posted at the China shop
Sumn niggas want a 10 well I juss wanna rob
Shidd never change till ya really get a job
Ma Homies cook pace, derail ya in ma way
A nigga kicked out
I'mma find sumnwhere to stay
It ain't no complains
It's life dahts wah ya gain
Am looking for MA deepest conscious
Find me in the rain pouring down MA name
Am the new Daddy McClain
Leroy, don't ya play with me bouy i decoy
Came from another planet baby am a sea lord
Underneath the third core
Tell me watchu in it 4
Tell me why ya ask for more
Wen it ain't really ya's?
Huh who dun thought daht dis kid bright
Maybe is the anthems he be
Singing all damn night, huh
Gimme the mic ya still
Struggling wit stage fright
Ya Homies told ya daht ya dead nice
Buh, yeah right
Ya ain't sounding lyk ya pissed off
All ya letters kinda criss cross
Am the opposite and ya soft
Can't match with MA catalog am dead raw
Imma feed ya sumn hammer sauce huh
Lyk Triple H in a game
Pedigree am dropping ya brains
Ya better restrain
Wonder why am acting this way
The passion i'mma take it to the grave
Ash on name
Double quarter lyk ya running back
Ya bitch boring had to double back
Need me coins and alot of stacks
Always knew bout the government
Yung nigga been irrelevant
Hear me now hope am making sense
Quadrupled looking closely
TRY'NA chase all using both feet
N thy won't leave
Knock em out take his gold teeth
Gon sell em for sumn palm trees
(yeah, ya know me, acting OG)
Mississippi Avenue posted at the China shop
Sumn niggas want a 10 well I juss wanna rob
Shidd never change till ya really get a job
Ma Homies cook pace, derail ya in ma way
A nigga kicked out
I'mma find sumnwhere to stay
It ain't no complains
It's life dahts wah ya gain
Am looking for MA deepest conscious
Find me in the rain pouring down MA name
Am the new Daddy McClain
Leroy, don't ya play with me bouy i decoy
Came from another planet baby am a sea lord
Underneath the third core
Tell me watchu in it 4
Tell me why ya ask for more
Wen it ain't really ya's?