Rome Streetz, Royalz, Ty Farris - Rebel Forces lyrics

Yeah rome, my nigga, what up?
We conditioned to do shit like this
Check it, yo

Rap cool, dirty money in my denim jeans
Side chick half-black and Philippine
I sip my Cognac while she hit the weed
Drunk nigga talkin'
Left his shirt the color of Grenadine
Me and Rome swingin' at your
Face like a tennis team
Deliver death in deuces
The game been wack for years
We hear for restitution
Mumble rap executions next in nooses if you
Ever disrеspect the movemеnt
It's clear to see we the best to do this
Polo match my own hat
Independent with the merch
Naked women cookin' chicken in the
Kitchen while I work
Each verse is fifty grams of gold
Goin' hard 'til my house paid for
And the land is owned
Once was a damnin' soul
You talk tough on the wax
Until your candle's blown
I'm at your home, your ho
In half her clothes, showin' cameltoe
Was the underdog, not favored by the favors
Been dope since we was scrapin'
Razors for the paper, nigga

Two rebels with guns who got a problem
I promise we plottin' to make a profit
Losin' ain't an option where we come from
Since some young guns
We hustle hard and we got the paper
Two rebels with guns who got a problem
I promise we plottin' to make a profit
Losin' ain't an option where we come from
Since some young guns
We hustle hard and we got the paper
(Uh, ayo)

Aim it at your face and send
You straight to your maker
You motherfuckers miniscule, this shit
I make major i been blazin' like a
Old dreadhead in Jamaica
Fuck this ghetto shit
I need a plush place in Asia
Haze by the acre
Soon to be the all-time great
Your tape a weed plate
Can't fuck with the shit I make
Was blinded by the lights
Of the glamour life, now I see straight
Aim to get the paper and stack
It all like a cheapskate
Plot to have a spot in
Each state like Domino's
Sellin' pies, know to 'vide your mind
Then I vámonos
Handshakes of snakes and pig lovers
We don't honor those
No respect for snitches and niggas
Who don't abide the code
There's rules we abide by to be a wise guy
Stay on point and put the bread
Over the beef like Five Guys
Me and Ty slide you niggas
Like Benny and Li'l Dice
You food, so you get hit
With the kitchen knife, nigga

Two rebels with guns who got a problem
I promise we plottin' to make a profit
Losin' ain't an option where we come from
Since some young guns
We hustle hard and we got the paper
Two rebels with guns who got a problem
I promise we plottin' to make a profit
Losin' ain't an option where we come from
Since some young guns
We hustle hard and we got the paper