Rome Streetz - Track Marks lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz - Track Marks lyrics]
Ay yo
Went from nightmares and champagne wishes
To selling champagne colored MDMA in a
Wraith to rollers and sniffers
No inhibitions, dough over bitches
Know it's the business
Flow with a vengeance
My spit should go with syringes
Been cooking crazy
It's residue all over the kitchen
Fiends itching for the potent shit
Me and Farma mixing
The last batch was an epidemic
Junkie took a hot shot to the neck
And he was dead in minutes
The game full of garbage
These artists need better lyrics
And aеsthetics
Bool cut jeans rocking 5x shit
But talking fly on a record
I got a nicе line and I can
Move half of the pie by breakfast
The work's certified, fuck a tester
It moves by it'self like a Tesla
It's like a fresh piece of
Crack coming out of
The pot when my vinyls get pressed up
She heard shit was lit now she
Hang on my left nut
I left nut on the bed sheet, told her rest up
Killing shit now don't give a
Fuck who got next up
I pray to God but got no
Time to hear the pastor preach
85% of these niggas be fast asleep
And need tutelage
My name ringing like the fugitive
I'll eat your food
I don't give a fuck who it is
You hating niggas throwing sawed offs
Amidst the Fugees shit
Try your best there's still nothing
You can do with this
Just push the needle through your
Wrist and enjoy the high
And tell your homies hurry up and buy nigga