[Verse]
Check, ayo
Look, ayo
Soul controller
Before the rap dough it was Os or the dro and the yola, ducking the rollers
Before the breakthrough it was the glow-up
Your hoe know and wanna blow us, 'cause I flow so tough
I'm Bruce uppercutting Sho'nuff
I always knew that Judas could shapeshift so I got no trust
Your Co'D got potential to be Cobra
I live by a certain set of codes, mouth closed, you know the culture
Digging my Prada pocket, pull out product for a smoker
You brought me a sale, you get a piece just like a broker
You know the style, the kicks cost a thou'
My records sеll out, before it was gel caps and valvеs
Clear baggies with grams, put grands to my hand
F'ing the world vigorous, been part of the plans
F Uncle Sam, got lit off a PPP scam
Sold you a short zip, the shit was 23 grams
All my fans know 'bout getting they chicken up by any means
Your fans is fiends, putting percs in they Hennessy
Got a tendency, but bend the corners and German Vs
Mom said the stove was hot, the burn I got was third degree
Learned the lesson, dancing with the devil could reverse your blessing
Then burst your wig, it only take a second
I seen many sides of life, the best and worst section
Then I transcended to talking 'ish on your record
Reckless, icy rigler necklace
Long time ago, I scratched B and the 'ish off my checklist
I pulled up with a chip on my shoulder, clip in the holster
Fast whip, it's not a V6 in the motor
I'm the 'ish, your chick sniffing the odour
Getting dough off the raw dough I mix with the soda
I walked the, razor's edge in fly sneakers, rhyme ether
Roll high grade reefer, about the streets I could teach ya
Made cheese when they put the dynamite to Tina
Cold as ice demeanor, got a whole pie, my starting slice was meagre
Made away smooth, got my money up
Bought a square, now its time to play like Gamecube
You most prolly fail tryna make the same moves
Aim'll stain you, your brainwaves on my rain suit
Ran the field then I got mad hits like Babe Ruth
Took trips in some of the workers with my bae-boo
Told her to stay loose, praise the black face Jesus
Been a made n***a with money, the money made you
Speak with criminal slang, my mouthpiece a chopper
Could start a fire if I spit in Vodka, it's that real
Before I flourished off of the rap skills
It was packs, krills, all sorts of deals just to fill my fridge up with meals
I build and destroy too, violate and run through your coy weak boy crew
Your soul in my sniper view
When I drop it, light the streets up like Michael's shoe
I been that n***a, why would I ever envy the likes of you?
Stupid
[Outro: Peter Rosenberg & Rome Streetz]
WHOOOOOOOOOO
GODDAMN
It's Rome Streetz, grrt grrt
Yo if you're gonna show up, be prepared, dammit!
Griselda
Rosenberg