Rome Streetz, Rick Hyde - Poza lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz, Rick Hyde - Poza lyrics]
This money from? The Bay?
Yo, check it was really doin' dirt, nigga
Your story got no validity (Nah)
We aim to live regal off of illegal activity
(Uh, huh) caught in a trap
Mami sent the commissary slips to me
(Love you, ma)
Came home on the same bullshit, no diggity
(Yeah) now the raps I spit got
My wrists all glittery (Bling)
Niggas who fell off they shit
Watch me style in misery (Ha ha ha)
Niggas who was never on hopin'
They could sit with me (Fuck outta here)
Old clientele still asking for a sixty piece
Of the shit that'll lock his jaw
When he grit his teeth
My homie go to his board soon
I hope he get released (Free my nigga)
It's funny how niggas who want
The most get the least
This rap shit is my bitch
Her neck is in a leash
RZA said protect ya neck
The TEC is in the fleece (Uh, huh)
First, it was drugs
Now we investin' in tech and cryptocurrency
(What else?) i want everything I came to get
And some of your piece
Young and dumb thinkin' life's a sprint
I was runnin' the streets
Now I aim to put my fork
Deep in somethin' to eat
New thousand dollar Dior sneaks cover my feet
I feel better dripped in fly garments
I seen plenty bands sellin' psychedelics
Out of my apartment was Metro card
Now a nigga foreign car parkin' (Skrrt)
You lames talkin' 'bout a game that
You play no part in (Fuck outta here)
You watch from the nosebleeds
I'm point guard startin' (It's Ricky)
All-star, got the vision like
A army marksman, nigga
I still sell in a dyin' market
I'm tryna up rates (Yeah)
Nigga, I'm the future of upstate (Facts)
I always knew I would touch cake
It was days I was up late
Cuttin' into niggas tryna touch base
I need money, I can truncate
It's mistakes I can't unmake
I'm clean like a one take
I took losses niggas won't take
(Mm) , but I won't break
Shit get heavier than trunk weight
Twenty thousand off of one plate (Uh)
It's a shooter in the videos
With Ricky like guns play (Brrra)
I saw work gettin' sunbathed
The fiend hit it and that nigga
Started meltin' like a sun date (Uh)
These rap niggas is nothin' but cap, nigga
As soon as I dap niggas
I wanna just clap niggas, uh
(Blap) it took the first eighty
Thousand my eyes open
I never saw this ridin' my baby mom Focus
(Skrrt)
I was worried about the bills like Bon Jovi
"Nigga, go and be great" is
What my mom told me
"Nigga, you gon' be a legend"
What a fan told me
They don't put you on top like anchovies
(Haha) a hundred decibels
That shit was just incredible (Wow)
If it's up there then it's
Stuck there like a edible (Uh)
You niggas be recitin' all these
Lyrics that ain't credible
They put me on repeat and they
Put me on a pedestal nigga