Rome Streetz - Heart On Froze lyrics

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Ayo, you fuck niggas will never
Ever get close to this (Never)
Rose out the coke
Smoke to gold quote vocalist
Dior coat with the toast in it
Steppin' on your throat
Niggas know I got the game in a cobra grip
(Ha) my name been critically acclaimed
This the culture shift
Back out, aim, smoke your shit (Bow)
The Glock got a clip that extend
And hang low from it
Got a flip-phone for the fiends
No associates (Nah)
Stacks in the Fendi shoebox
I'm selling potent shit
Quick, how I went from broke to rich
Say you "The greatest of all
Time" shit that you do, typical
Slice the goat throat likе the voodoo ritual
(Whoa) sacrifice, you still be a
Bum in your aftеrlife
Fingertips numb from bagging up white
Half the night
Lost your motherfuckin' mind if you
Think you rap alike (Fuck outta' here)
You broke and I get brolic
Checks like Off White Nikes
The homie call me "Bloody" like
A jailhouse knife fight (Whoa, oh)
Get you any work for the right price
Before my raps ever saw the light
Swear my life was just like vice
Drugs lnc dealing with plugs
Fiends with crumpled up dubs
Wax paper, scale mask and the gloves
Know to differentiate between the
Hate and the love
It's what it is, mother-fuck what it was
(Fuck it) i rose above all the crabs tryna'
Keep me down deeper in mud (Haha)
Gold slugs when I smile
Keep weed in my lungs
As far as wins you niggas never seen one
Nigga (Never, fuck outta' here nigga)

Mind on money, heart on froze (Bow, bow)
Gun barrel on fire, smoke out the nose (Doot)
Razor blade on the table I
Used to chop the O's keep my Gucci soles
In a rapper fuckin throat
Mind on money, heart on froze (Bow, bow)
Gun barrel on fire, smoke out the nose (Doot)
Razor blade on the table I
Used to chop the O's keep my Gucci soles
In a rapper fuckin throat

Ayo, check
Time is money if it ain't bouta' dollar
Then I ain't got a minute (Nah)
You slow niggas I'll teach you
Something like Bobby Hemmitt
Negotiate I only slide with a high percentage
You eighty-fives plagiarize but
You guys finished (Yall niggas dead)
I'm going global, they love my shit
Like a Bon Jovi vocal
This dope on pro-tools
You niggas been lost ain't close
To my old moves (Nah)
The goals been to monetize and
Grow to a mogul rise past the backstabbers
Put tats on my old wounds
No snake eye hoes, her aura gotta' be oshun
(Uh, huh) so smooth, for error it's no room
For real I was in between a deal
Bag of pills and a dope spoon, nigga
(We have a problem, we have a problem
We have a problem) fuck outta here!