Rome Streetz - Street Farmacy (Life & Times) lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz - Street Farmacy Life & Times lyrics]
Real shit
The scale told me daddy never lies
And whatever I drop on the
Top my right hand can multiply
Angel on my shoulder told me stay wise
The devil on my shoulder said
Fuck him never trust them guys
My eyes told me don't believe
Everything that you see true indeed
Everything that glitter ain't jewelry
The hammer said I got your back
Long as you're using me now foolishly
I can bring a cell or a eulogy
Mommy told me streets don't love you
Streets told me I can grant
You all your wildest dreams
But I'm nothing but trouble
Then coke said bag me up
And drop me in bubbles
I come back harder and your
Quap more than doubles
My girl said come here fuck
Me take off your shirt
Fiend said I'm outside you got the best work
I got the hundred dollar bill in
The pocket on my sweatshirt
Monkey on my back I need to
Scratch or he going berserk
Police told me nigga freeze
My mind and my legs both agreed
Throw the package and breeze
My lungs said you smoke too
Much it's hard to breathe
But don't stop, keep going
You're almost free
My ears told me the NYPD surrounding me
Cops said stop, or he gon' put a round in me
My Airmax told me better listen
Cuffs on my wrists let me know I'm
On my way to the system
Pig in the precinct told me they got
The pot, cocaine and the E that I dropped
My rap sheet said I'm type and that's my MO
My mouth said loyal cause that's
All that I know
My fingerprint said this ain't
My first rodeo bout to take that ride
You already know how the story go
Police report says seek felony
Nigga in the book keeps telling me
Upstate prolly my destiny
Legal aid told me some bullshit
Said if you can make bail
The next stop is right Rikers Island jail
Thinking god damn where did I fell
Is it freedom or a cell riskin'
My life for a sale
DA talking bout all the convictions I got
Felonies misdemeanor gun charge
You've been around the block
Judge 'bout to send my ass to the rot
Like the times of a hustler trying
To get him some guap damn
I'm trying to get him some guac
Like the times of a hustler trying
To get him some guap
Trying to get me some guac
Like the times of a hustler trying
To get me some guap nigga
Street pharmacy
The scale told me daddy never lies
And whatever I drop on the
Top my right hand can multiply
Angel on my shoulder told me stay wise
The devil on my shoulder said
Fuck him never trust them guys
My eyes told me don't believe
Everything that you see true indeed
Everything that glitter ain't jewelry
The hammer said I got your back
Long as you're using me now foolishly
I can bring a cell or a eulogy
Mommy told me streets don't love you
Streets told me I can grant
You all your wildest dreams
But I'm nothing but trouble
Then coke said bag me up
And drop me in bubbles
I come back harder and your
Quap more than doubles
My girl said come here fuck
Me take off your shirt
Fiend said I'm outside you got the best work
I got the hundred dollar bill in
The pocket on my sweatshirt
Monkey on my back I need to
Scratch or he going berserk
Police told me nigga freeze
My mind and my legs both agreed
Throw the package and breeze
My lungs said you smoke too
Much it's hard to breathe
But don't stop, keep going
You're almost free
My ears told me the NYPD surrounding me
Cops said stop, or he gon' put a round in me
My Airmax told me better listen
Cuffs on my wrists let me know I'm
On my way to the system
Pig in the precinct told me they got
The pot, cocaine and the E that I dropped
My rap sheet said I'm type and that's my MO
My mouth said loyal cause that's
All that I know
My fingerprint said this ain't
My first rodeo bout to take that ride
You already know how the story go
Police report says seek felony
Nigga in the book keeps telling me
Upstate prolly my destiny
Legal aid told me some bullshit
Said if you can make bail
The next stop is right Rikers Island jail
Thinking god damn where did I fell
Is it freedom or a cell riskin'
My life for a sale
DA talking bout all the convictions I got
Felonies misdemeanor gun charge
You've been around the block
Judge 'bout to send my ass to the rot
Like the times of a hustler trying
To get him some guap damn
I'm trying to get him some guac
Like the times of a hustler trying
To get him some guap
Trying to get me some guac
Like the times of a hustler trying
To get me some guap nigga
Street pharmacy