Rome Streetz - Prophet & A Pusher lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz - Prophet & A Pusher lyrics]
Yo! Ayo ayo, Check it
Ayo, I wrote this in a
Taxi going over the bridge
Looking at the city, thinking to myself
"I’m the king of this"
I watch guys try to rise???
Force of sly images
But they came to die but
Still my vibe limitless
They impotent I’m potent, divide dope
Stash the quotient the flow the hoes quoting
The one who really got this
Shit in motion, Game sick, it need motrin
Pull up with the dope potion rub
It on your skin like lotion
You spent your life loafing
Screen stuck on loading while I unload it
And still
Hold the no1 to bust your nose bridge
Only GOAT shit
Holy ghost with the devil horns
Through the halo poking
Keep the ghetto J-lo choch
Soaking, the Sultan, the low jack???
You rabbidy rap swag less niggas
Bring no hoes in
My heart froze like ice-cold wind
Me and "so and so" was cool
Before but now I’on’ know them
Fuck it, no convo unless you got a budget
If not then I’m reluctant
You have better luck kickin’ the bucket
You on dust thinking you could
Fuck with this production
I aim the musket and crush your noggin
On a level you niggas can’t fuck with
If you ain’t talking bucks then I dub it
Started off as a face in the crowd
Then I had to become it
Leveled up and I ain’t
Backing down from nothin’
Ayo!
Prophet and a pusher I was locked in a cell
Doing push-ups now they paid
Profit to the pusher
They locked the prophet and that made the
Pusher go hard as a motherfucker
Now the pusher profit off the shit I cook up
To see the god you ain’t gotta look up
I went this far going hard
This ain’t good luck
Every dollar ain’t a good buck
What make a nigga find ten racks in
A taxi and get the goods up, i don’t know
Them type of actions is a double O
Either social engineering or we bubble blow
For the love of dough
Came a long way, there’s still much to go
Underground niggas burn they self out before
They even touch the floor
There’s still a ceiling after that
Tryna make it to the point where I got
So much stacks I don’t have to rap
Give your life to the device
Niggas trapped in apps
Niggas died over a vice
Chasing stripes and bags
Shit is a lit, take a drag
Salute me as the pharaoh aiming the
Bow and arrow like a sag
Saw the signs in the water I
Ain’t learn it from my dad
Out for everything I never had ayo!
On a level you niggas can’t fuck with
If you ain’t talking bucks then I dub it
Started off as a face in the crowd
Then I had to become it
Leveled up and I ain’t
Backing down from nothin’
Betsy: sure, you know what you remind me of?
Travis: What? Betsy: That song
Betsy: "he's a prophet and
A pusher, partly truth
Partly fiction a walking contradiction'
Travis: You sayin' that about me?
Betsy: Who else would I be talkin' about?
Ayo, I wrote this in a
Taxi going over the bridge
Looking at the city, thinking to myself
"I’m the king of this"
I watch guys try to rise???
Force of sly images
But they came to die but
Still my vibe limitless
They impotent I’m potent, divide dope
Stash the quotient the flow the hoes quoting
The one who really got this
Shit in motion, Game sick, it need motrin
Pull up with the dope potion rub
It on your skin like lotion
You spent your life loafing
Screen stuck on loading while I unload it
And still
Hold the no1 to bust your nose bridge
Only GOAT shit
Holy ghost with the devil horns
Through the halo poking
Keep the ghetto J-lo choch
Soaking, the Sultan, the low jack???
You rabbidy rap swag less niggas
Bring no hoes in
My heart froze like ice-cold wind
Me and "so and so" was cool
Before but now I’on’ know them
Fuck it, no convo unless you got a budget
If not then I’m reluctant
You have better luck kickin’ the bucket
You on dust thinking you could
Fuck with this production
I aim the musket and crush your noggin
On a level you niggas can’t fuck with
If you ain’t talking bucks then I dub it
Started off as a face in the crowd
Then I had to become it
Leveled up and I ain’t
Backing down from nothin’
Ayo!
Prophet and a pusher I was locked in a cell
Doing push-ups now they paid
Profit to the pusher
They locked the prophet and that made the
Pusher go hard as a motherfucker
Now the pusher profit off the shit I cook up
To see the god you ain’t gotta look up
I went this far going hard
This ain’t good luck
Every dollar ain’t a good buck
What make a nigga find ten racks in
A taxi and get the goods up, i don’t know
Them type of actions is a double O
Either social engineering or we bubble blow
For the love of dough
Came a long way, there’s still much to go
Underground niggas burn they self out before
They even touch the floor
There’s still a ceiling after that
Tryna make it to the point where I got
So much stacks I don’t have to rap
Give your life to the device
Niggas trapped in apps
Niggas died over a vice
Chasing stripes and bags
Shit is a lit, take a drag
Salute me as the pharaoh aiming the
Bow and arrow like a sag
Saw the signs in the water I
Ain’t learn it from my dad
Out for everything I never had ayo!
On a level you niggas can’t fuck with
If you ain’t talking bucks then I dub it
Started off as a face in the crowd
Then I had to become it
Leveled up and I ain’t
Backing down from nothin’
Betsy: sure, you know what you remind me of?
Travis: What? Betsy: That song
Betsy: "he's a prophet and
A pusher, partly truth
Partly fiction a walking contradiction'
Travis: You sayin' that about me?
Betsy: Who else would I be talkin' about?