Rome Streetz, Futurewave, Starker - No Sample lyrics

Uh, Ayo you niggas garbage I'm way
Ahead by a large margin
See no comp in this house of Hip Hop
Bitch I'm Macaulay Culkin
The god they call me often come to
Usher you off to your coffin
Rock expensive cloths don't give a
Fuck what it's costin'
It's catching wreck
Gettin' travelers checks out in Boston
Fuck having a boss I profit
Off what I'm involved in
All sins committed for the love
Of the Fetti slime
Was borderline federal no petty crime
Illegal life artistry I got the world
Fiend' out for my next design
Chef the god just recollect checks
Off my impressive mind
Niggas tried to front but fold up
Soon as you press the line
And be like "never mind" I only
Polly with the clever kind
I'll forever shine I was made for this
My dope leaking through the wrapper open the
Pack up and take a whiff
Nasal drip, fly player shit
My latest clip a greatest hit
Homicide and Futurewave makin' it
The waviest raw like white work they
Was cookin' up in eighty-six
No sample if you wanna take a
Sniff then pay for this
I'll prefer the paper up front
And I ain't changing shit
The waviest raw like white work they
Was cookin' up in eighty-six
No sample if you wanna take a
Sniff then pay for this
I'll prefer the paper up front
And I ain't changing shit

Yeah, Uh, my pile of stories rather allegory
Rockin' Gore Tex in my forties
I'm out for yellow bricks like Dory
We out here chevvin' your shordie
Bitch pop a kiss she gonna book a
Flight for me and my niggas
We act a fool perform our songs all a movie
No lie detector my survival lesson
Artists ain't learnin' they lesson
Until you send em real high like a Jetson
Movin' way above the Jefferson's
Uh light work con Edison
We grip we wake a twin and move a sedative
Major flavors blocks in the street
Like Holly blocks in Jamaica
Drop these singles like clumsy
Secretaries ballin' with papers
My uncle JB had a chain so big he
Threw it on his kids for punishment
That's my blood then I couldn't
Tell you his government
Give him a "guard you" and I'm gunnin' it
Sun touch my son no wonder won
This to the island I flex, watchin' Tibaná
Heard these bullets go within
I got blicks for temples of solemn
Estella then stick em up
No compliments he gave it up
For massive digit's do doing bad and business
You will be magicians