Rome Streetz, Bub Rock - Laps Around The Sun lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz, Bub Rock - Laps Around The Sun lyrics]
Yeah game fickle my mind say "niggas ain't
In the same lane with you"
Gotta make change to make change when you
Ain't making it, it make an issue
Make it make sense, decisions I made bent
Boss move like the suede on a pimp
Shoes off like I'm paying the rent
Too sauced I'm Durag off drenched
With some old shit on the new shit is done
Before I catch up to work my
Sons son will have a son
Hundred laps around the sun
Rock season has begun and they continue too
This is gold trophy rap
We just in a winning mood
Look, I was down bad, counted out, shitted on
Now they showing fake love when my shit is on
The crazy part is they won't even
Understand it 'till I'm gone
It's no cheat codes gotta be
50 get through the storm
And that's why I been on these songs
Hoping that if I right what I write
I could rid my wrongs
Ain't nobody put me on nigga kiss
The ring of the dons
Uh only thing I wanna hear you say is
That you got some money for me
If not that shit cheap talk my time costly
I copped a hundred at 8 sold it by 9: 40
I grind charge you twenty points more
Than what it cost me
I need that dope color four door Porsche V
Pretty bitch ass on the soft seat
I'm focused on collecting math out to
Make sure that we all eat
You frauds spittin' poorly
What's a shark too a corgi?
A crystal lake camp of the Vorhees
Know bitches that'll fuck you to sleep and
Go and copy your door keys
Have niggas runnin' all through the
Stash in your laundry
We young, black, intelligent and ornery
Live from from the razors edge evil deeds
For bread been a part of that
They said don't love money too much
You'll catch a heart attack
You ain't no competition nigga you
Still where you started at
I lapped you three times it feel like
I been to mars and back
Your face where the target at, arson rap
Tie the belt around your bicep to find
A vein give your arm a smack
Rather be by myself before I run
With a circle of squares
Me and my niggas all stars
Shit I'm displaying is rare
In the same lane with you"
Gotta make change to make change when you
Ain't making it, it make an issue
Make it make sense, decisions I made bent
Boss move like the suede on a pimp
Shoes off like I'm paying the rent
Too sauced I'm Durag off drenched
With some old shit on the new shit is done
Before I catch up to work my
Sons son will have a son
Hundred laps around the sun
Rock season has begun and they continue too
This is gold trophy rap
We just in a winning mood
Look, I was down bad, counted out, shitted on
Now they showing fake love when my shit is on
The crazy part is they won't even
Understand it 'till I'm gone
It's no cheat codes gotta be
50 get through the storm
And that's why I been on these songs
Hoping that if I right what I write
I could rid my wrongs
Ain't nobody put me on nigga kiss
The ring of the dons
Uh only thing I wanna hear you say is
That you got some money for me
If not that shit cheap talk my time costly
I copped a hundred at 8 sold it by 9: 40
I grind charge you twenty points more
Than what it cost me
I need that dope color four door Porsche V
Pretty bitch ass on the soft seat
I'm focused on collecting math out to
Make sure that we all eat
You frauds spittin' poorly
What's a shark too a corgi?
A crystal lake camp of the Vorhees
Know bitches that'll fuck you to sleep and
Go and copy your door keys
Have niggas runnin' all through the
Stash in your laundry
We young, black, intelligent and ornery
Live from from the razors edge evil deeds
For bread been a part of that
They said don't love money too much
You'll catch a heart attack
You ain't no competition nigga you
Still where you started at
I lapped you three times it feel like
I been to mars and back
Your face where the target at, arson rap
Tie the belt around your bicep to find
A vein give your arm a smack
Rather be by myself before I run
With a circle of squares
Me and my niggas all stars
Shit I'm displaying is rare