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tricky - rome streetz lyrics

[intro]
you know what the f*ck it is, n*gga
check

[verse 1]
born rebel, sold fire to the devil
hustles, i got several
step a press of louis on benz pedals (skrrt)
pocket full of clear baggies with the pebbles
austrian medal, all my thoughts on how to finesse you (baow)
shop right, i’ll knock some points off on the next two (uh*huh)
i took a lot of risks just to blow chips on my nephew (i did)
i’m playing, plot, strategize my next move
high on the jet fuel, use my shorty as a mule
sh*t’ll go cool, put my soul on the pro tools
when you change, they want the old you
but whеn the money grow, you gotta grow too (uh*huh)
stupid n*ggas pose for thе feds watching they social (stupid)
keep everything low, i’m just here to collect my total
snakes in the grass, i toe tag, lawn mow you
we motioneers, post the weird n*ggas ain’t nowhere close to (f*ck outta here)
it’s deep in the dirt, ten toes, and now i’m global
we were starving, now the bowl full
homie, the dough rules
everything around me, everywhere from detroit to kings county
put so much work on the scale, the plug proud of me (uh*huh)
they doubted me, funny now i’m living out my wildest dreams
weighed all of my sins on a triple beam
[chorus]
got it on my own, n0body made a way for me (nah)
caught a wave and now i’m speeding in the amg (skrrt)
keep the bl!cky with the laser beam
sh*t get real tricky if you play with me
got it on my own, n0body made a way for me (nah)
caught a wave and now i’m speeding in the amg (skrrt)
keep the bl!cky with the laser beam
sh*t get real tricky if you play with me

[verse 2]
uh, only money, pals arouse me
got it all out of cuddy’s now
stroud, a white girl hit like ronda rousey
pr*cks drop a lot of sh*t, but it’s lousy
they know the squad lit, so they imitating our sleaze (you n*ggas trash)
but it’s done poorly
my sh*t raw like war report
f*ck you thought? that’s why they all applaud me
we pour liquor on the floor for the ganges
tryna open doors, had to get my palms on keys (uh*huh)
took risks to speed in a luxury car seat (i did)
it’s sports entertainment, job, drugs, or the army
make a choice, the path i chose was unorthodox
from drugs to being an author, why my thoughts can make enormous bops
put holes in my foes
buy poles and give a warning shot
cold heart under my clothes, still hold the door to c*ck
but that’s all it’s getting, don’t try to double back
’cause i’m lit, corny b*tch, you never saw the vision (f*ck outta here)
now worldwide they praise the god, this is our religion
go super hard, i could’ve been cornered off in a prison
instead, i’m running up the bread from new york to lisbon
she gave me head, and said her dreams came to fruition
a witch b*tch saw it all in a premonition
said i complete the mission and ball, no bullsh*t
uh*huh

- rome streetz lyrics

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