Rome Streetz - Tyson Beckford lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz - Tyson Beckford lyrics]
Griselda uh, Ayo, Ayo, Check, Ayo
I seen plenty wins and losses
On this journey chasin' luxury (Uh, huh)
Ups and downs
Thousands sold pounds to police custody
(Fuck police) plenty hand to hands
Dirty bucks from selling custies E
Catchin' licks
Stash plenty tricks up my rugby sleeve
You lost 'cause you put
Your trust in thieves (Uh)
We stay dangerous
Told my brother cop another submachine
(Grr, grr, grr)
I seen life from lots of angles, each
One I was taught a lesson, "Stay woke"
Too many fools gassed off of false perception
Before rap profession
Ate off my four connections (I did)
Fuck nigga's food on the fork
You not at all impressive (You niggas lost)
Every dawg tryna dap your
Paw ain't authentic (Fuck outta here)
From Nеw York it's flip the raw
Or we fraud your credit
Expеrience will really teach you
What the game 'bout (Uh, huh)
Mad niggas died when Fentanyl first came out
(Damn) this some better dope, my nigga
Show me your vein now
Whoever in the way of my wave drowned (Nigga)
Ayo, heavy is the head that wear the crown
That's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya, bitch
Like I'm Tyson Beck'
Heavy is the head that wear the crown
That's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya bitch
Like I'm Tyson Beck'
Was really dancin' with the
Zombies at night, like Thriller jacket Mike
(Deadass) let 'em choose the packet, brown
Green or white? What you like?
(What you need?)
Out hear pedalin' but I ain't
Ridin' no kind of bike (Nah)
All my shit designer
Really got rich appetite (Uh, huh)
My garments out the Gallery Department (Yeah)
Everything I'm on is highly regarded
It's better than y'all shit
(Y'all niggas trash)
Had a spark when you started
But now you're just garbage (Ha, ha)
I’m eighty thousand hours passed
The master market (Yeah)
You moolies will never ever measure
Up to the margin (Never)
I stiff-armed Johnny Law tryna
Knock me on charges
I'm way up on the scorecard
You lost regardless
My shit ringin' off from Australia to Austin
Diesel on the boards
A homicide is a sure thing (It's dead)
Bow down and kiss the lord's ring
(Fuck outta here) fucker
Heavy is the head that wear the crown
That's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya, bitch
Like I'm Tyson Beck'
Heavy is the head that wear the crown
That's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya bitch
Like I'm Tyson Beck'
Griselda
I seen plenty wins and losses
On this journey chasin' luxury (Uh, huh)
Ups and downs
Thousands sold pounds to police custody
(Fuck police) plenty hand to hands
Dirty bucks from selling custies E
Catchin' licks
Stash plenty tricks up my rugby sleeve
You lost 'cause you put
Your trust in thieves (Uh)
We stay dangerous
Told my brother cop another submachine
(Grr, grr, grr)
I seen life from lots of angles, each
One I was taught a lesson, "Stay woke"
Too many fools gassed off of false perception
Before rap profession
Ate off my four connections (I did)
Fuck nigga's food on the fork
You not at all impressive (You niggas lost)
Every dawg tryna dap your
Paw ain't authentic (Fuck outta here)
From Nеw York it's flip the raw
Or we fraud your credit
Expеrience will really teach you
What the game 'bout (Uh, huh)
Mad niggas died when Fentanyl first came out
(Damn) this some better dope, my nigga
Show me your vein now
Whoever in the way of my wave drowned (Nigga)
Ayo, heavy is the head that wear the crown
That's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya, bitch
Like I'm Tyson Beck'
Heavy is the head that wear the crown
That's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya bitch
Like I'm Tyson Beck'
Was really dancin' with the
Zombies at night, like Thriller jacket Mike
(Deadass) let 'em choose the packet, brown
Green or white? What you like?
(What you need?)
Out hear pedalin' but I ain't
Ridin' no kind of bike (Nah)
All my shit designer
Really got rich appetite (Uh, huh)
My garments out the Gallery Department (Yeah)
Everything I'm on is highly regarded
It's better than y'all shit
(Y'all niggas trash)
Had a spark when you started
But now you're just garbage (Ha, ha)
I’m eighty thousand hours passed
The master market (Yeah)
You moolies will never ever measure
Up to the margin (Never)
I stiff-armed Johnny Law tryna
Knock me on charges
I'm way up on the scorecard
You lost regardless
My shit ringin' off from Australia to Austin
Diesel on the boards
A homicide is a sure thing (It's dead)
Bow down and kiss the lord's ring
(Fuck outta here) fucker
Heavy is the head that wear the crown
That's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya, bitch
Like I'm Tyson Beck'
Heavy is the head that wear the crown
That's just how it is
Stay woke, stupidity and power is a sour mix
I built a castle out a pile of bricks
I finesse, been stylin' on ya bitch
Like I'm Tyson Beck'
Griselda