Rome Streetz - Mommy’s Seed lyrics

Ayo it's flattery
I see these guys tryna bite my maneuvers
But they ain't fly it's
The reason why only I do this
Rhyme ruthless, NY smooth blueprint
When my boo bent, fuck you and your two cents
We cruisin' at an altitude you
Miniscule fools couldn't view
In the Brooklyn Zoo
Sellin' acid on a sugar cube
Got the booger too
I made a move and my mooga grew
Now around the world they screamin' "Rome
No one as good as you"
Who woulda knew I'd go from
Low, broke, rockin' jail clothes
Robberies and Os
And now I'm rippin' stage shows for dough
I shine even blind eyes see the glow
Kick the fuckin' door off the hinges
They tried to keep it closed
I rap like the grim reaper
Hooded come to teef your soul
My speech is gold
Keep these artists underneath my sneaker sole
All I really need is fire trees to roll
The corazón degrees is cold
You know the steelo ho, we complete the zone

Don't complicate shit
Seen five figures off shit I
Made in the basement that's light though
Mommy not poppy seed, but I write coke
Power like Ghost, I kill shit
Leave it with no post don't complicate shit
Seen five figures off shit I
Made in the basement that's light though
Mommy not poppy seed, but I write coke
Power like Ghost, I kill shit
Leave it with no post

The game dirty
Foul and filthy still I'm the
God in this grimy sport
Spit the shit I lived and saw
Lessons all the crimeys taught
Mom said be calm, ease your soul we 94
I've been the don
I've seen your favorite rapper
Take a tiny snort that's here nor' there
Though, they're weirdos, i rock red clothes
My style's ninety-nine point nine
Percent in career mode
Bars through the roof too on point
Still I got a loose screw
If bishop was alive
He'd say "you got the juice dude"
True that, true that
It's murder he wrote every new rap
Stay in pursuit of the blue loot
But that ain't nothing new scrap
Beat you blue, black for two stacks
Kiss the bootstraps and the rings too
I demonstrate how a king move
My mind shine like bling, bling jewels
Frontin' like you live
You less than a worker son
You report to the winged dude
Meet new rappers every time I
Tell Wavy "bring food"
Like who the fuck is this fool?

Yo what's good Rome Streetz, my
Nigga nice to meet you, goddamn!
Yo what's good my nigga
Yo Wavy you ain't bring the
Fuckin' Del Frisco's my nigga?
They on the way, they on the way
You know what I mean? The fuck!