Rome Streetz, Daringer - Starbvxkz lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
Daringer [Thomas Paladino] Buffalo, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Hip-hop artist Rome Streetz was born in London, but later he traded the Foggy Albion for New York. It was there that he developed as an artist. Focusing on authentic East Coast hip-hop rhythms, he gained recognition, rising from a talented underground figure to a well-known artist signed to Griselda Records. Currently, the artist is preparing to release a collaborative album with Daringer titled "Hatton Garden Holdup." As part of the promotional campaign for the project, which is scheduled to premiere on October 4th, he is presenting an atmospheric single, "Starbvxkz," accompanied by an impressive visual that captures the rapper's return to his hometown.
[Rome Streetz, Daringer - Starbvxkz lyrics]
"You know why people
Like you can't leave this business?
'Cause you make too much money
People like me
Anyway"
Uh, yo
Yo
[Verse 1]
Don't even gotta ask
Who run this shit, it's evident (Aha)
Their strugglin'll last, them other
Pricks irrelevant ('Fuck outta here)
Worldwide with the splash
They salute me like the President
In pursuit of the bag, I did it bad
When they let 'em in (I did)
None of you niggas'll ever get a win (Yeah)
I'm like Bill Russell, Tom Brady
With the rings
Nice like prime Tracy McGrady
We way up by eighty
You never get it if you lazy
They label me as the greatest lately
Though I been it, you guys thought
They was on the rise
When I arrived, but now
They finished (Bitch, what?)
The kicks Italian and trench coat British
Heart-throb to these bitches
Like Lil Vicious (Aha)
Fuck these hoes
I got a million-dollar ticket
On my wishlist (I do)
This shit wishy-washy
I wash niggas like dirty dishes
('Fuck outta here)
Put your dome in the dirt over business
Came up off the bench
And my clientele bingin' (Aha)
Clockin' plenty wins, revvin'
A Benz engine (Mm)
All you niggas weak, you need ginseng
I'm charged up
[Chorus]
Play the hall with the soft and the hard stuck (Aha)
Couple 8-balls, I met the call by the Starbucks (Yeah)
Made a play call, now I'm on tour, do star stuff (I do)
Shit a cake walk, all we do is make large bucks (Cash)
Play the hall with the soft and the hard stuck (Aha)
Couple 8-balls, I met the call by the Starbucks (I did)
Made a play call, I'm on tour, do star stuff (Aha)
Shit a cake walk, all we do is make large bucks (Money)
[Verse 2]
Need my cash in all blue hundreds (I do)
Gotta stash, think fast
Are you the hunter or the hunted?
Your mind stuck on lag
I only attract abundance (Aha)
We're nothin' at all alike
You represent what a bum is (Niggas washed!)
Fiend'd out, thirst for a bump
Hunger pains in your stomach
I'm stunning
My Gucci coat pocket got a gun in
I used to bag
A hundred-fourty capsules out of onion
Now I'm in the game dumping
Glass shattered when I'm dunkin' (Uh)
You just a lack, we on the Sunwing
Kiss the fuckin' ring (The fuck?)
You niggas know
Like Jaffe Joe, I'm the king
The rap game my bitch
I fuck her hard like a cheap fling
On top of the sheets like Pimp C sing
Rock the P-Wing like Rudy Lo
My bitch slick, slip a roofie
In your brew and go
Smooth remove your dough
I was a beast
On the black top, then I went pro
Like Rafer Alston, I see lames
Try to copy the style
And imitate they off-brand offspring
('Fuck outta here)
Niggas is food, I stick a fork in
[Chorus]
Play the hall with the soft and the hard stuck (Aha)
Couple 8-balls, I met the call by the Starbucks (Yeah)
Made a play, now I'm on tour, do star stuff (I do)
Shit a cake walk, all we do is make large bucks (Cash)
Play the hall with the soft and the hard stuck (Aha)
Couple 8-balls, I met the call by the Starbucks (I did)
Made a play call, I'm on tour, do star stuff (Aha)
Shit a cake walk, all we do is make large bucks (Money)
[Outro]
The young people see money (Yeah?)
Ah, and I g— and—
And I guess you guys
Kinda glamorize that money
Who say glamorize?
We glamourisin' 'cause we get it
Man gets dough out here, you get me?
So, where do the young people
Fit into all of this?
They just e—
They easy targets, fam, get me?
They're easy targets
End up with a b—
Uhm, they don't wanna be
Workin' no job, fam
In debt from union and fuckery
Man, just encourage them
It's easy-peasy to be made out here