Rome Streetz - Unreleased* lyrics

Talk to em

Now even a big gun got a little black hole
The desks of these record exec's
Prolly hold your black soul
If you sold it, not me
I'm in the driver's seat soul controlling
Never talking cheap my teeth golden
They use a ki' to shovel the blow in
They knows it
Pay me all of the money they owe me for those
As far as shit that I compose
It's a picture of my life running roads
Certain clothes that making thousands
Off a flip phone
Keep blickers in my trousers
That or more to chip bones
Got this shit sеwn like Dapper
Dan from Queens to Pakistan
So the cash I got in my
Stash comе from the rapping fans
The other cheese is undisclosed, no
Under-closed all these hoes love me 'cause
I've been doing hoes only