Rome Streetz - Vagabonds Don’t Die lyrics
Rome Streetz [Jerome Allen] London, U.K./Queens, NY, US 🇬🇧 🇺🇸
[Rome Streetz - Vagabonds Don’t Die lyrics]
Yeah check it
I'm the shit eat a dick and get sick
If you think the opposite
Smoke a fuck nigga giving statements to
The operative
Preparation met opportunity now I'm
Popping bitch
Seeing profit pushing potent product
To the populace
Pass out puffing this poison
Come take a brolic hit
Bring it back to your block tell
Them where you got the shit
Ain't no stopping this
Don't give a fuck who you got
On top of your list
I drown that nigga in the pot that he piss
Care less who don't acknowledge we lit
Make racks off rap
Still sell you molly to sniff
Mommy told me don't be pussy
And never do nothing halfway
It's either all or nothing
Pass the paper or you pass away
We was bagging up for half a day
Fiend started crying when he sniffed the
Resi' off the plastic tray
My weed loud like 50 cal ratchets spray
My rap styles are 80s crack
Vials packed with yay niggas hit me and say
"Streets you're killing it"
Only give a fuck about a safe
With a mil in it
Middle finger to my foes
Sleep with one eye closed
Bread, burners and hoes
This the life that we chose
I need acres of land before my wrist on froze
Cause they hate to see a
Nigga getting rich off flows
Middle finger to my foes
Sleep with one eye closed
Bread, burners and hoes
This the life that we chose
I need acres of land before my wrist on froze
Cause they hate to see a
Nigga getting rich off flows
I need the dough
Motherfucker I need the dough
Ay yo count it all for dolly
Figure out a way to triple it
Fuck working with you niggas if
It ain't no benefit
Imma smoke you on your own shit
That's a normal
Awful, you think you're on 'til I
Pull up and off you
Me and a frenemy can never ever be cordial
Went too far to ever go back
My time will cost you
No more food on this table son
Not even a morsel
So you best protect your neck like '94 Wu
Niggas going around saying they made Streetz
But I can't remember a move you brought
To the table that paid Streetz
Trying to be the first meeting
Not the next days eat
And do this shit bigga than
Jigga in my own way
See we started from the bottom
Now we kinda lit still got more ways to go
But I'm prepared for it
Orange Off White blazers with the
Polo Bear that's neat
As far as clips for these
Niggas we got unlimited
That drop on your head at
Anytime like pigeon shit
I'm an artist not a lyricist nigga
I'm the shit eat a dick and get sick
If you think the opposite
Smoke a fuck nigga giving statements to
The operative
Preparation met opportunity now I'm
Popping bitch
Seeing profit pushing potent product
To the populace
Pass out puffing this poison
Come take a brolic hit
Bring it back to your block tell
Them where you got the shit
Ain't no stopping this
Don't give a fuck who you got
On top of your list
I drown that nigga in the pot that he piss
Care less who don't acknowledge we lit
Make racks off rap
Still sell you molly to sniff
Mommy told me don't be pussy
And never do nothing halfway
It's either all or nothing
Pass the paper or you pass away
We was bagging up for half a day
Fiend started crying when he sniffed the
Resi' off the plastic tray
My weed loud like 50 cal ratchets spray
My rap styles are 80s crack
Vials packed with yay niggas hit me and say
"Streets you're killing it"
Only give a fuck about a safe
With a mil in it
Middle finger to my foes
Sleep with one eye closed
Bread, burners and hoes
This the life that we chose
I need acres of land before my wrist on froze
Cause they hate to see a
Nigga getting rich off flows
Middle finger to my foes
Sleep with one eye closed
Bread, burners and hoes
This the life that we chose
I need acres of land before my wrist on froze
Cause they hate to see a
Nigga getting rich off flows
I need the dough
Motherfucker I need the dough
Ay yo count it all for dolly
Figure out a way to triple it
Fuck working with you niggas if
It ain't no benefit
Imma smoke you on your own shit
That's a normal
Awful, you think you're on 'til I
Pull up and off you
Me and a frenemy can never ever be cordial
Went too far to ever go back
My time will cost you
No more food on this table son
Not even a morsel
So you best protect your neck like '94 Wu
Niggas going around saying they made Streetz
But I can't remember a move you brought
To the table that paid Streetz
Trying to be the first meeting
Not the next days eat
And do this shit bigga than
Jigga in my own way
See we started from the bottom
Now we kinda lit still got more ways to go
But I'm prepared for it
Orange Off White blazers with the
Polo Bear that's neat
As far as clips for these
Niggas we got unlimited
That drop on your head at
Anytime like pigeon shit
I'm an artist not a lyricist nigga