Rome Streetz, Estee Nack - Higher Self lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz, Estee Nack - Higher Self lyrics]
Play the game wise
If you live illegal better keep it low
Never be ignorant to the vital shit
You need to know
Street disciple, keep a Russian rifle
Aim and heat my foe
Million dollar dreaming like
DiBiase sleeper hold
My teeth is gold, mind is a diamond
Elevated from the dimes
Now I deal with psychedelics
Like a ghetto shaman
Streetz always got a different scheme
Gettin' pretty bitches faded
Off the dimethyltryptamine
A fly rebel, high level
Everything I spit supreme
Got ism like Fillmore Slim
King I dick ya' queen came up, take a risk
I weighed the odds on the triple beam
Royal flush when they dealt me the cards
So let me get my cream in all hundreds
Bitch I'm dumpin' for every
Day they was frontin'
Left they pockets with nothin'
They come for no discussion
Just spread the culture and acquire wealth
Notice I murdered everything once I
Activated my higher self
Make the most out the moment
I've been tryin' to fast forward it
If the money's the devil
Why the pastor askin' for this shit?
Something to think about
You a slave to the page when
I bring the ink pen out
Damned if you ever step in the ring to bout
That's a promise
This bundle got the rusty razor pressed on it
Serve it to 'em raw and watch 'em vomit
We was doin' home invasions
Livin' very reckless
Before the radio ever played
A Rome Streetz record
Know it's the motherfuckin' Nack daddy
We just brought you news from the most high
You know?
Ayo, son, sun moon and star
Pullin' off in the supercharged double S
The Ruger large
I played the strip with a group of gods
Sellin' some we build our mathematics
Still the hell is done
I came a long way from penny-pinchin'
The Benz SL jumps
Coppers intercepted the pack
I don't know where that mail is from
I can't interpret if niggas love me
Or they the jealous ones
The gods dropped the sciences on
Me and my melon spun you ain't gotta buck
Time is money so why you gettin' some
My presence on a record a
Symbol of respect for Pun
I'm pluggin' and bangin' with
Niggas with sticks, i gets an electric drum
Credit to school of hard knocks
Youngins never forget the slum
End of discussion a problem with the Nack
Probably confessin' guns
Bout to make him catch and run
Amazing Race just bettin' funds
They just be the basis of livin' situation
The
Bass will weigh somethin' like 80 megatons
Sega Saturn play the game
Switchin' my lanes
Daily operation: "Pay me the bread son"
If you live illegal better keep it low
Never be ignorant to the vital shit
You need to know
Street disciple, keep a Russian rifle
Aim and heat my foe
Million dollar dreaming like
DiBiase sleeper hold
My teeth is gold, mind is a diamond
Elevated from the dimes
Now I deal with psychedelics
Like a ghetto shaman
Streetz always got a different scheme
Gettin' pretty bitches faded
Off the dimethyltryptamine
A fly rebel, high level
Everything I spit supreme
Got ism like Fillmore Slim
King I dick ya' queen came up, take a risk
I weighed the odds on the triple beam
Royal flush when they dealt me the cards
So let me get my cream in all hundreds
Bitch I'm dumpin' for every
Day they was frontin'
Left they pockets with nothin'
They come for no discussion
Just spread the culture and acquire wealth
Notice I murdered everything once I
Activated my higher self
Make the most out the moment
I've been tryin' to fast forward it
If the money's the devil
Why the pastor askin' for this shit?
Something to think about
You a slave to the page when
I bring the ink pen out
Damned if you ever step in the ring to bout
That's a promise
This bundle got the rusty razor pressed on it
Serve it to 'em raw and watch 'em vomit
We was doin' home invasions
Livin' very reckless
Before the radio ever played
A Rome Streetz record
Know it's the motherfuckin' Nack daddy
We just brought you news from the most high
You know?
Ayo, son, sun moon and star
Pullin' off in the supercharged double S
The Ruger large
I played the strip with a group of gods
Sellin' some we build our mathematics
Still the hell is done
I came a long way from penny-pinchin'
The Benz SL jumps
Coppers intercepted the pack
I don't know where that mail is from
I can't interpret if niggas love me
Or they the jealous ones
The gods dropped the sciences on
Me and my melon spun you ain't gotta buck
Time is money so why you gettin' some
My presence on a record a
Symbol of respect for Pun
I'm pluggin' and bangin' with
Niggas with sticks, i gets an electric drum
Credit to school of hard knocks
Youngins never forget the slum
End of discussion a problem with the Nack
Probably confessin' guns
Bout to make him catch and run
Amazing Race just bettin' funds
They just be the basis of livin' situation
The
Bass will weigh somethin' like 80 megatons
Sega Saturn play the game
Switchin' my lanes
Daily operation: "Pay me the bread son"