Rome Streetz - Snow Beach lyrics

If you scared, play the sidewalk
Wise guy, get the cheddar, then I slide off
Hustler, get the pies off
Hit it with the remix
Then I sell it for five more
Let it off like July 4th no game, all facts
Show respect like DOOM
Spell my name in all caps yankee ballcap
Swear to God, if I ever go broke
Pull a toaster, get you all jacked, nigga

Get the money first, the hoes'll follow
You ass backwards chasin' whores if the
Pocket of your jeans hollow
How you profit sniffin' all the
Product up your nostril?
The blind leadin' the lost
He can't guide you
This a page out the dope mover's novel
Eatin' food at LAVO
My life illegal, mamba with diablo
Two-steppin' to my heartbeat
We takin' risks for chips
Keep the chrome weapon under the car seat
Like Rodney
Motherfuck the sarge tryna charge me
We move incogni' like the mob
Fillin' cigars with parsley
My broad bad and bossy, highly intelligent
When your bitch a rider, better cherish it
Your vibe irrelevant
Rebels showin' reverence to the rhetoric
Overcame a deficit, was medicine peddlin'
The reverend told me never let the devil in
We on the road to perdition and
The new plug was heaven-sent

Learned from experience, I had no OGs
Gotta get a plate like Raekwon
Rockin' a Snow Beach watch your friends
Every homie ain't your homie
Just get your dough and keep
It on the low-key, for real
Learned from experience, I had no OGs
Gotta get a plate like Raekwon
Rockin' a Snow Beach watch your friends
Every homie ain't your homie
Just get your dough and keep
It on the low-key

Ayy, yo, no record contract
Just a bunch of customers and
Plugs in my contacts, tryna palm stacks
Survival's only meant for the
Fittest when firearms clap no air combat
Your own man'll sell your moms crack
For the love of evil roots
Might say fuck it if it's feasible
We love fleeing, European vehicles
Eyes blinded by so many lies
Can't see the truth
Lost niggas can't teach the youth
We tryna reach the roof no ceilings
React off of logic, not feelings
You failed to profit
Ain't the topic of your dealings
Salute the villians hundred dollar billin'
In the lobby of your building, fuck squales
Free all those in prison

Stuck in the walls of the project halls
Where the coke smell still lingers
External blingers is all we can be
'Cause on the inside
We've been givin' nothin' to shine on
And a gig is harder to get than coke
So niggas get they grind on
'Cause the TV tells us, "Aim high, nigga
Make all goals lateral"
But that takes paper that we don't have
So niggas put they souls up as collateral now
Some niggas reclaim 'em, some blame 'em
Make an excuse to sell 'em
But when a nigga goes from
Not doin' to doin'
What can you tell 'em?
Not to be a nigga? Shit, I
Gots to be a nigga
That's how I pay the bills
And I'ma do that whether I got to sling
This coke or exploit these rhyme skills
See, America makes you an opportunist
And at the same time
They institutionalize you
So the fact that niggas get these
Big record deals, big money
And then go to jail shouldn't surprise you
That's what lies do