Rome Streetz - Big Steppa lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz - Big Steppa lyrics]
Talk my shit, look, ayo
I need the power and respect
Millions locked in the safe (Uh, huh)
I push a Benz
Bending corners high rocking awake
Toughest niggas went to jail still
Got chopped in they face
It mean anybody can get it, game dirty
Watch how you play we out for pay
Don't give two fucks what the president say
(Fuck outta' here) that shit irrelevant
As long as they buying work I be selling it
From city to town
Private to public residence
Dime to pound, any measurement
Know what the method is
Got rappers hating and they bitches
Naked in my messages (Haha)
I smoke your whole top twenty, fuck five
That's definite (Niggas trash)
Choke the rap game out till' ain't
No life left in it
It's like I got trick dice
I'm rolling nothing less than six
A trapper's goal's to Rolex the wrist
Make sure mommy never want for nothing
Stack up and know where your exit is
Yeah, you niggas rap
But this the better shit
Game sick, this the medicine
Fashion Rebel on my letterman (Nigga)
Chrome hearts on my sweater
My work better, you could never
Fuck with me ever, i been a big stepper
Made a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had
A pistol on my dresser, nigga
Chrome hearts on my sweater
My work better, you could never
Fuck with me ever, i been a big stepper
Made a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had
That work on my dresser, nigga
Ayo, we way up on you niggas the
Score is like a hundred to five
(Niggas washed) fuck you thought
These niggas all garbage don't
Be so surprised
Keep envious eyes out your cypher
They want yo' demise know the signs
You rather eat food for thought
Or a bowl of lies?
Haters stuck on the sidelines
Didn't want Rome to rise
But hoe niggas do hoe shit
Already know the vibes when the work potent
The customers come in flurries
I took risks in the streets
That had my mother worried
It's squaring up just didn't
Coincide with my plans
These felonies is helping
Me financially advance
I had Fortune 500 thoughts while
We was coppin' horse
The sleeve was two bundles short
But I got it off
Fuck a loss, we ain't taking those
To set you up smooth, use two Jamaican hoes
Paint your clothes
All year I been on some shit
Styling on em' like Deion
You peons is nondescript
Chrome hearts on my sweater
My work better, you could never
Fuck with me ever, i been a big stepper
Made a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had
A pistol on my dresser, nigga
Chrome hearts on my sweater
My work better, you could never
Fuck with me ever, i been a big stepper
Made a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had
That work on my dresser, nigga
I need the power and respect
Millions locked in the safe (Uh, huh)
I push a Benz
Bending corners high rocking awake
Toughest niggas went to jail still
Got chopped in they face
It mean anybody can get it, game dirty
Watch how you play we out for pay
Don't give two fucks what the president say
(Fuck outta' here) that shit irrelevant
As long as they buying work I be selling it
From city to town
Private to public residence
Dime to pound, any measurement
Know what the method is
Got rappers hating and they bitches
Naked in my messages (Haha)
I smoke your whole top twenty, fuck five
That's definite (Niggas trash)
Choke the rap game out till' ain't
No life left in it
It's like I got trick dice
I'm rolling nothing less than six
A trapper's goal's to Rolex the wrist
Make sure mommy never want for nothing
Stack up and know where your exit is
Yeah, you niggas rap
But this the better shit
Game sick, this the medicine
Fashion Rebel on my letterman (Nigga)
Chrome hearts on my sweater
My work better, you could never
Fuck with me ever, i been a big stepper
Made a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had
A pistol on my dresser, nigga
Chrome hearts on my sweater
My work better, you could never
Fuck with me ever, i been a big stepper
Made a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had
That work on my dresser, nigga
Ayo, we way up on you niggas the
Score is like a hundred to five
(Niggas washed) fuck you thought
These niggas all garbage don't
Be so surprised
Keep envious eyes out your cypher
They want yo' demise know the signs
You rather eat food for thought
Or a bowl of lies?
Haters stuck on the sidelines
Didn't want Rome to rise
But hoe niggas do hoe shit
Already know the vibes when the work potent
The customers come in flurries
I took risks in the streets
That had my mother worried
It's squaring up just didn't
Coincide with my plans
These felonies is helping
Me financially advance
I had Fortune 500 thoughts while
We was coppin' horse
The sleeve was two bundles short
But I got it off
Fuck a loss, we ain't taking those
To set you up smooth, use two Jamaican hoes
Paint your clothes
All year I been on some shit
Styling on em' like Deion
You peons is nondescript
Chrome hearts on my sweater
My work better, you could never
Fuck with me ever, i been a big stepper
Made a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had
A pistol on my dresser, nigga
Chrome hearts on my sweater
My work better, you could never
Fuck with me ever, i been a big stepper
Made a play, put the shit together
Before music made a way, I had
That work on my dresser, nigga