[Intro]
You ever seen a dead body?

[Verse 1: Rome Streetz]
I pledge allegiance to the pesos
Possess the power to hold pistols and potent product by the case load
I had a big eight before I did a paid stage show
Street corner economics, I learned to cook up and wave blow
Flex the Blue&Cream, Wallabees and match the beige low
Taught to be a ninja, stay cool, don't let your rage show
Finessin' young fiends, I mix they lean with the Karo
I been a king, my name ring from Beijing to Daegu
Which mеans all around the world they love mе like raw yayo
I been conflicted since birth, born with a horn and halo
My bitch a dime like prime J-Lo
Super exotic, when we fucking have me busting like a draco
You got no say-so, you just a worker, only talk to bosses
Wise words, your best lessons come disguised as losses
A natural, I wasn't taught this, been lawless
I jumped off the porch and all I wanted was Porsches
My third hammer was a Para-hog four-fifth
That's neither here nor there, I had to toss it
Squares tryna go round for round with the god, you need more reinforcements
I squeeze three in your tee and leave you stinkin' like horse shit, n***a

[Verse 2: Rigz]
Yo
Book a florist
Damn it they should've warned us
About ya fentanyl bars
Got me dozin' before the chorus
Toss ya team with the Taurus
Since when was y'all n***as bosses?
Maybe my vision impaired, all I see is clitoris
Or just if its a shortage, bet this 'caine gon' fly
Got a fiend that could fix a plane off a eight ball high
Same plot grow for gunplay, aim for the top
Since you ain't gotta prove who you are, dudes be fakin' a lot
The industry the same as the block
Leeches will take the Stan route
They don't fuck with you, just fakin' to get a handout
Small and sturdy, for Glocks I like the 43
My papi spot smellin' like bacalao and a quarter key
Hommy guarantee, my verses came with a warranty
He emailed a body and meet up and do it formerly
But average battle for y'all, forever ready for war
Hit you with Rome razor, run they neck through ya jaw, that's all
Stupid
Stupid