Rome Streetz - 1000 Ecstasy lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz - 1000 Ecstasy lyrics]
What's the problem?
Come on, I'll take you home conductor
Ayo when God molded me he made
Nothing else like it
It's easy to be yourself
But lames still try to bite the likeness
Niggas really ain't worth shit
Either way you slice it (Niggas washed)
As long as my connect don't play
With the prices I'm righteous a gold smile
Pal your whole style was now cipher
My main focus is collectin' check
And drive the price up
On my bullshit when I mic' up
I slide through, throw the smokеrs
A pebble for pay, And then thеy pipe up
Fuck a short
But I take nineteen from my favorite fiend
He owe me a favor
I give him the gauge and he make a scene
Arm filthy from the dirty dough
No way to make it clean
Prada on the body of my
Hoe, she from Jamaica, Queens
Head to toe in designer clothes
Fuck state greens
I seen a nigga whole face ripped open in HD
Caught a few cases and dirt
Dunnie I'm waist deep
At this location, droppin' a check in the AC
My niggas real right
Fly hard sellers in Margiela's
The world is ours, swear to God
Nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart
Makin' these niggas jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes
I'll be a D-boy forever
Real right, fly hard sellers in Margiela's
The world is ours, swear to God
Nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart
Makin' these niggas jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes
I'll be a D-boy forever
I'm familiar with the scales, sandwich bags
And the frequent buyers filthy bread
Gettin' slow head from ghetto Mýas
My gun fire and it's black, like a car tire
All of my bars barbed wire, they admire
Despite them niggas all copy
But they'll never be flyer
Don't give a fuck about celebrity
That cheddar be higher
On my list, free my brother Drama
He been down for six
Since a jit' been duckin' the
Pigs in a Crown Vic'
They want the Oxycontin pills
Fishscale and that brown shit
Aim at the target
Make sure that all of my rounds hit
Dope boy pedigree, A couple times a shooter
At the scene allegedly
But God had plans for my destiny
Life a bitch I dicked
But I'm lit so she don't be stressin' me
My BAPE satchel got a thousand ecstasy
Come on, I'll take you home conductor
Ayo when God molded me he made
Nothing else like it
It's easy to be yourself
But lames still try to bite the likeness
Niggas really ain't worth shit
Either way you slice it (Niggas washed)
As long as my connect don't play
With the prices I'm righteous a gold smile
Pal your whole style was now cipher
My main focus is collectin' check
And drive the price up
On my bullshit when I mic' up
I slide through, throw the smokеrs
A pebble for pay, And then thеy pipe up
Fuck a short
But I take nineteen from my favorite fiend
He owe me a favor
I give him the gauge and he make a scene
Arm filthy from the dirty dough
No way to make it clean
Prada on the body of my
Hoe, she from Jamaica, Queens
Head to toe in designer clothes
Fuck state greens
I seen a nigga whole face ripped open in HD
Caught a few cases and dirt
Dunnie I'm waist deep
At this location, droppin' a check in the AC
My niggas real right
Fly hard sellers in Margiela's
The world is ours, swear to God
Nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart
Makin' these niggas jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes
I'll be a D-boy forever
Real right, fly hard sellers in Margiela's
The world is ours, swear to God
Nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart
Makin' these niggas jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes
I'll be a D-boy forever
I'm familiar with the scales, sandwich bags
And the frequent buyers filthy bread
Gettin' slow head from ghetto Mýas
My gun fire and it's black, like a car tire
All of my bars barbed wire, they admire
Despite them niggas all copy
But they'll never be flyer
Don't give a fuck about celebrity
That cheddar be higher
On my list, free my brother Drama
He been down for six
Since a jit' been duckin' the
Pigs in a Crown Vic'
They want the Oxycontin pills
Fishscale and that brown shit
Aim at the target
Make sure that all of my rounds hit
Dope boy pedigree, A couple times a shooter
At the scene allegedly
But God had plans for my destiny
Life a bitch I dicked
But I'm lit so she don't be stressin' me
My BAPE satchel got a thousand ecstasy