Rome Streetz
El Mercado
[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
Fuego
Hey yo
I slide over loops in a smooth fashion
Feasting
While you beasting for scraps and [?]
Paper stacking from drug transactions
The blue bills and bands be the only satisfaction
[?]
Don't need a faction
Keep freaks massaging the meat
While I breath hash in
Latin, Black-skin, an Anglo-Saxon
She blow the kid with passion
Like a [?] and then I'm dashing
All facts I'm at your throat forever
Fuck broke I got coke to measure
Left your nose froze
Murder what I compose
You fuckers know better
Gold over low sweaters
Rose from where they all reckless
I been dope
Fiends overdosed off the tester
Golden quotes from the goat
Fuck who got next up
Get your neck cut
Necktie Colombian
Funds coming in
Serving jums out the confidant
[Chorus]
The dopest shit on the market don
Fiends taste it now he shaking like Parkinson's
Bitch I'm getting to it often
Why you starving bum
Keep the world in my palm
The butter and the guns

The dopest shit on the market son
Fiends taste it now he shaking like Parkinson's
Bitch I'm getting to it often
Why you starving bum
Keep the world in my palm
The butter and the guns

[Verse 2: SmooVth]
Eating at the cantina
Boats [?] at the marina
With a bowl of Farina
Fresh parina for the needles
I'm just a man of the people
The gateway was reefer
Shit you smelled through speakers
I father n***as
I'm the teacher
I get pussy with my father's features
Jesus pieces
Without the preacher
Exotic beaches
Georgia pizzas
Drug dealing weakness
Defeat my peoples
Let's get it
Paint a picture like VHS
Rome and VHS
Represent finesse
We on the quest for dollars
Street's scholar
Police try'na keep us leashed
We just try'na eat
Numb your face with the fire shit
It took bread to acquire shit
Keep it real
No liar shit
A n***a admire this
Word up
[Chorus]
The dopest shit on the market don
Fiends taste it now he shaking like Parkinson's
Bitch I'm getting to it often
Why you starving bum
Keep the world in my palm
The butter and the guns

The dopest shit on the market son
Fiends taste it now he shaking like Parkinson's
Bitch I'm getting to it often
Why you starving bum
Keep the world in my palm
The butter and the guns