Rome Streetz - Kiss The Ring lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz - Kiss The Ring lyrics]
Ayo by now it's evident, I got the glow
Already been said, these niggas not as dope
This Heroin's a hot shot
Death inside a brolic dose
Prada clothes I copped from
Making the product adiós
Narcotic on your audio fuck all of you
I been cakin' off from making lawless moves
Took my hustle from the scale to the stage
Now I'm payed just to talk to you
If we ain't on the same page
Then this could leave you all confused
Only light I'm givin' is if I'm
Pulling the torch on you been self employed
Servin' cutties is my line of work
They line up for work, chop it down
Sniff a line of work when they tastе mine
It's like your line don't work
Thеse lames thought they was first
In line but they wasn't
Now look how timin' work
Fashion Rebel over on the textile
Better protect your neck
I roll with kids that pull
Tecs for your Patek Dial
The rep foul, my belt reptile
Fear of God the hat
Keep a tourist that hold twelve rounds
Like a boxing match
You goofy niggas lackin', take notes
Sit back and watch the mack
Fuck the game up like pullin' the
Cord out the TV back like Thanos
Everybody die when you see me snap
Thousand yard stare in my eye
What you believe in, scrap?
Heaven or Hell, only the best will prevail
I came a long way from stressed in the cell
Now we propserin' shut the fuck up if your
Convo' ain't 'bout no profitin'
You niggas profferin' to the
Pigs for lower offerings
Give fucks who you are
Shoot the crown right off the king
Fuck you thought? I got whores bowing
Kissin' on the ring
I sign they titties and they CDs
They wanna fuck, but they man a fan and they
Lil brother wanna be me
It's crazy, nowadays you can see a death on
The TV, that's why I shoot you first
Reload it and then I repeat motherfucker
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
Already been said, these niggas not as dope
This Heroin's a hot shot
Death inside a brolic dose
Prada clothes I copped from
Making the product adiós
Narcotic on your audio fuck all of you
I been cakin' off from making lawless moves
Took my hustle from the scale to the stage
Now I'm payed just to talk to you
If we ain't on the same page
Then this could leave you all confused
Only light I'm givin' is if I'm
Pulling the torch on you been self employed
Servin' cutties is my line of work
They line up for work, chop it down
Sniff a line of work when they tastе mine
It's like your line don't work
Thеse lames thought they was first
In line but they wasn't
Now look how timin' work
Fashion Rebel over on the textile
Better protect your neck
I roll with kids that pull
Tecs for your Patek Dial
The rep foul, my belt reptile
Fear of God the hat
Keep a tourist that hold twelve rounds
Like a boxing match
You goofy niggas lackin', take notes
Sit back and watch the mack
Fuck the game up like pullin' the
Cord out the TV back like Thanos
Everybody die when you see me snap
Thousand yard stare in my eye
What you believe in, scrap?
Heaven or Hell, only the best will prevail
I came a long way from stressed in the cell
Now we propserin' shut the fuck up if your
Convo' ain't 'bout no profitin'
You niggas profferin' to the
Pigs for lower offerings
Give fucks who you are
Shoot the crown right off the king
Fuck you thought? I got whores bowing
Kissin' on the ring
I sign they titties and they CDs
They wanna fuck, but they man a fan and they
Lil brother wanna be me
It's crazy, nowadays you can see a death on
The TV, that's why I shoot you first
Reload it and then I repeat motherfucker
Griselda by Fashion Rebels