Rome Streetz - Seizure lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz - Seizure lyrics]
Y'all got the testers, man?
Nigga, it ain't even nine o'clock
And you fiendin' on the
get the fuck outta here damn
Yo, why you act like that, yo?
What, for these junkie motherfuckers?
So you just gon' take his money all day
And treat him like a dog?
How I'm supposed to treat him?
I don't know
But you ain't gotta punk him like that
He punked himself, he a goddamn drug addict
And you a goddamn drug dealer
Uh, no contract from rap
I'm still bustin' moves
Wrote this shit on the way to go make a slap
Two grizzies for a buck-sixty flat
But the shit I spat circulate the map
Generatin' racks
While you niggas strugglin'
Wishin' to make a stack
Tryna imitate the latest major act
I razorblade your face leave it hangin'
The ER gon' have to staple back
Knock a rapper head clean off
With his chain attached
Same exact plug I been dealin'
With for a minute always keep it A1
So I be re-in' up consistent
I crystalize my rhymes so you can sniff it
Design it to electrify your mind
When the drip hit
Been fully equipped with laser
Beams on the biscuit fry you niggas over the
Chicken with the quickness
We blow loud trees and piss Cris'
The dope you sellin' barely a six
Catch a seizure off a whiff of my shit
I need forty acres to live and a Maserati
And expand from sellin' grams
In my building lobby
Know good kids that grew up to catch bodies
Inspired by Big Meech and said fuck Gotti
Brave heart, wise mind
You got a frail spirit
Peace to bitches bringin' scalpels
On a jail visit
Deep in some shit I can't speak about
You line-sniffin' niggas pennin'
Pages that's garbage thinkin' it's heat
I'm 'bout to throw hooks at your nose
'til the coke leakin' out
Rolled the dough, I took the scenic route
It's mandatory that I get the cash first
Fuck seekin' clout
Shit on so many rap niggas
I ain't keepin' count
Rock the custom suede Wallys and
The fleece is Ralph
223s'll knock the wave off your scalp
Got smoke for all you niggas
Like I brought hookah
I go in the booth and spew puke up
I'm Krueger to you and your producer
Black frames with the gold Medusa
Made dough off the flow
But most the cash came from the users
All you niggas is little
I clap you motherfuckers like
A school shooter
Reap bigger benefit's, you make smarter moves
Hungry snakes want your plate
Better guard your food
My mind shine like sparkling jewels
That's why none of these rappers
Can fuck with me
Don't get that part confused motherfucker
It's Rome Streetz
Nigga, it ain't even nine o'clock
And you fiendin' on the
get the fuck outta here damn
Yo, why you act like that, yo?
What, for these junkie motherfuckers?
So you just gon' take his money all day
And treat him like a dog?
How I'm supposed to treat him?
I don't know
But you ain't gotta punk him like that
He punked himself, he a goddamn drug addict
And you a goddamn drug dealer
Uh, no contract from rap
I'm still bustin' moves
Wrote this shit on the way to go make a slap
Two grizzies for a buck-sixty flat
But the shit I spat circulate the map
Generatin' racks
While you niggas strugglin'
Wishin' to make a stack
Tryna imitate the latest major act
I razorblade your face leave it hangin'
The ER gon' have to staple back
Knock a rapper head clean off
With his chain attached
Same exact plug I been dealin'
With for a minute always keep it A1
So I be re-in' up consistent
I crystalize my rhymes so you can sniff it
Design it to electrify your mind
When the drip hit
Been fully equipped with laser
Beams on the biscuit fry you niggas over the
Chicken with the quickness
We blow loud trees and piss Cris'
The dope you sellin' barely a six
Catch a seizure off a whiff of my shit
I need forty acres to live and a Maserati
And expand from sellin' grams
In my building lobby
Know good kids that grew up to catch bodies
Inspired by Big Meech and said fuck Gotti
Brave heart, wise mind
You got a frail spirit
Peace to bitches bringin' scalpels
On a jail visit
Deep in some shit I can't speak about
You line-sniffin' niggas pennin'
Pages that's garbage thinkin' it's heat
I'm 'bout to throw hooks at your nose
'til the coke leakin' out
Rolled the dough, I took the scenic route
It's mandatory that I get the cash first
Fuck seekin' clout
Shit on so many rap niggas
I ain't keepin' count
Rock the custom suede Wallys and
The fleece is Ralph
223s'll knock the wave off your scalp
Got smoke for all you niggas
Like I brought hookah
I go in the booth and spew puke up
I'm Krueger to you and your producer
Black frames with the gold Medusa
Made dough off the flow
But most the cash came from the users
All you niggas is little
I clap you motherfuckers like
A school shooter
Reap bigger benefit's, you make smarter moves
Hungry snakes want your plate
Better guard your food
My mind shine like sparkling jewels
That's why none of these rappers
Can fuck with me
Don't get that part confused motherfucker
It's Rome Streetz