Rome Streetz - Normal Shit lyrics

Ayo, check it
The power's in the information
Not in that bullshit, fly by
Now you a slave to the hype
Fraudulent fuckery I ain't takin'
Streetz'll put fire to ya
Skin like cremation
I'm from a different creed
You need franklins
Uncle Sam ain't have no job for
Me but scam and robbery
Hand-to hand with all different color
Grams for a larger fee
Snub revolver in the Polo parka
Son quick on the reach
Cameras on every corner
We still movin' shit on Gotham streets
The level that I'm on's beyond your reach
Give no fucks like Omarion
Lil Fizz niggas fiendin' for the hoes I beat
Know the flow stretch from
Colorado out to Mozambique
And leave in front of verbal
Murder over Wavy shit
Hoes get the dick, no chips then 86
It's the latest greatest fuckin'
Up your favorite the shit I make is pit
Draw the blick
Aim and freeze your frame like takin' pics
You niggas ain't no shit, just a lot of dick
Dollars the only thing we
Discussin' if we politic
Line after line on some Jackson Pollock shit
It's the god throwin' flurries
At the Baphomet

His eyes rolled back when he snorted it
Heard your favorite rapper got smoked
That's so unfortunate
Clip you the fuck off for a
Fortune on some normal shit
They praise the god
They forfaitin' they offerin'
His eyes rolled back when he snorted it
Heard your favorite rapper got smoked
That's so unfortunate
Clip you the fuck off for a
Fortune on some normal shit
They praise the god
They forfaitin' they offerin'

Ayo been had the world in my palm
Nigga you knew that
Makin' change out you five dollar
Niggas and New Jacks ain't had no pops
So early stop givin' a fuck where dude at
Funny now these niggas on my
Songs but they bums
'cause soon as I make a move
They wanna copy tryna do that
Unoriginal y'all crooks could never be god
This a different talk like Farsi
But y'all ain't see far
It's longevity, fuck overnight celebrity
I celebrate when I can sell a
Gram for more than seventy
Yeah elevated and gettin' hella cake
From off the legacy
These niggas all fraud for a fact
It's not allegedly
Food on my fork, like the best chef recipe
Your bars cool but you lack
Fly fresh nigga energy
Anytime I'm on the set bet
It's rest in peace
New York body but the TEC from Chesapeake
Hit you in your neck and your head
And gave your chest a piece
My focus is the treasure in the chest
The rest is weak
I move like a master of chess
But get the checks with E
I care less who check for me
I've always been that nigga and had bitches
After the D like the letter E
Black, Asian and Lebanese
I flex the better steez
Green low leather man with
The leather sleeves
Don't save the skees, let 'em leave
Learn the lesson B
Y'all niggas way less than me