Rome Streetz, Royalz - Walter White lyrics

[Rome Streetz, Royalz - Walter White lyrics]

This ain't chemistry, okay? This is art
Cooking is art and the shit
I cook is the bomb so don't be telling me
The shit you cook is shit, I saw your set-up
Ridiculous, you and I will not make garbage
We will produce a chemically pure and
Stable product that performs as advertised
No adulterants

Everything I spit is biohazard shit
You niggas lack the skill, not
Even half of this
You want some sick and flabby shit
You know the drill
Deal bags to sniffin' pill packages
On the side where felons reside
Tryna capture chips
Magged a bitch like dolomite
Need the dough Lamar Odom height
Flow potent like a cobra bitе
Slippin' dick in chickens, kick 'em out
No sleepin' overnight
Likе T bars, she creepin', she love me
I shine with golden light
Hold a knife in the right
Give your throat a slice i'm dapper, ho
You see the overcoat is Off White
Fuck clockin' into a jail
We eatin' off white
Flippin' off officers often
We not at all nice
I'm Walter White with the recipes
Chef exceptionally
I'm really out for checks
Fuck being a celebrity
I'd rather eat and stay low off the radar
Fuck a fed or state charge and
Go hard 'til we make ours
Need the pay large
In the garage with a racecar all about mine
Don't really give a fuck who they are

Dirty blocks, doin' crime for the currency
Mind on luxury, grind tryna touch a ki'
Started with nothin' and I built
Baggin' up the filth
Now a nigga doin' numbers like Wilt
Dirty blocks, doin' crime for the currency
Mind on luxury, grind tryna touch a ki'
Started with nothin' and I built
Baggin' up the filth
Now a nigga doin' numbers like Wilt (Uh)

True shit, i got my chips up from
Drug deals and stick-ups
Hoes on my heels for the thrills
They give me dicksucks
My kicks plush, Gucci and Margiela
Forever fly dippin' the seven five
See the judge and I'm tellin' lies
Not guilty 'til the pocket filthy
Then, I quit livin' illegal
Get the long guap from stocks and realty
Feel me? Ill steeze nothin' corny, ho
You spit poorly
Got bags for forty by the corner store
Since a shorty saw street kings
Doin' they thing hard
Most of that and goin' to walk
In carck 'round the vineyard
Out for the treasure
I'm on a hunt like Nimrod
Talkin' too wild on my jack
I switch the swim card
Done to you a worker but you
Frontin' like you in charge
The blick discharge like blunt ashes
You get clipped off
Servin' the masses 'til the stash
That I amass is massive
Got the power, ten thousand hours
Been had it mastered
Blast the plastic ratchet and
Folk tryna creep
The only thing on a nigga mind is
"Forever eat"

This ain't chemistry, okay? This is art
Cooking is art and the shit
I cook is the bomb so don't be telling me
The shit you cook is shit, I saw your set-up
Ridiculous, you and I will not make garbage
We will produce a chemically pure and
Stable product that performs as advertised
No adulterants

Everything I spit is biohazard shit
You niggas lack the skill, not
Even half of this
You want some sick and flabby shit
You know the drill
Deal bags to sniffin' pill packages
On the side where felons reside
Tryna capture chips
Magged a bitch like dolomite
Need the dough Lamar Odom height
Flow potent like a cobra bitе
Slippin' dick in chickens, kick 'em out
No sleepin' overnight
Likе T bars, she creepin', she love me
I shine with golden light
Hold a knife in the right
Give your throat a slice i'm dapper, ho
You see the overcoat is Off White
Fuck clockin' into a jail
We eatin' off white
Flippin' off officers often
We not at all nice
I'm Walter White with the recipes
Chef exceptionally
I'm really out for checks
Fuck being a celebrity
I'd rather eat and stay low off the radar
Fuck a fed or state charge and
Go hard 'til we make ours
Need the pay large
In the garage with a racecar all about mine
Don't really give a fuck who they are

Dirty blocks, doin' crime for the currency
Mind on luxury, grind tryna touch a ki'
Started with nothin' and I built
Baggin' up the filth
Now a nigga doin' numbers like Wilt
Dirty blocks, doin' crime for the currency
Mind on luxury, grind tryna touch a ki'
Started with nothin' and I built
Baggin' up the filth
Now a nigga doin' numbers like Wilt (Uh)

True shit, i got my chips up from
Drug deals and stick-ups
Hoes on my heels for the thrills
They give me dicksucks
My kicks plush, Gucci and Margiela
Forever fly dippin' the seven five
See the judge and I'm tellin' lies
Not guilty 'til the pocket filthy
Then, I quit livin' illegal
Get the long guap from stocks and realty
Feel me? Ill steeze nothin' corny, ho
You spit poorly
Got bags for forty by the corner store
Since a shorty saw street kings
Doin' they thing hard
Most of that and goin' to walk
In carck 'round the vineyard
Out for the treasure
I'm on a hunt like Nimrod
Talkin' too wild on my jack
I switch the swim card
Done to you a worker but you
Frontin' like you in charge
The blick discharge like blunt ashes
You get clipped off
Servin' the masses 'til the stash
That I amass is massive
Got the power, ten thousand hours
Been had it mastered
Blast the plastic ratchet and
Folk tryna creep
The only thing on a nigga mind is
"Forever eat"

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