[Lyric] Rome (Tbs Clout)

[Intro]
There is a storm comin' like nothin' you have ever seen
And not a one of you is prepared for it

[Verse 1]
I ain't really fuckin' with no frat boy, fuck boy
Pull up in your truck, boy, bitch, you is a duck, boy
Bitch, I've had enough, boy, I ain't rap cappin' on this track
I'ma give it to you straight, I'ma hit em with the facts
I'm a white-ass, hard-ass, broke-ass
Dope-ass, pissed off, turnt, motherfucker
I ain't ever trippin' over bitches 'cause I hate 'em
Ain't no other way, bitch, ain't no ultimatum
Never been a fuck boy, never been a servant
Always been a scumbag, always been a serpent
Pussy on my mind and the money is the motive
I ain't ever donе a damn thing without a motive
Envy in my blood and the poison in my veins
Mеntally disturbed, clean as hell, ain't no stains
Loyal to the crew, I ain't ever turnin' back
Better stop rappin', all your shit is fuckin' whack
[Verse 2]
Church ain't fuckin' with the kid like some mayonnaise
Back turned to 'em, I ain't fuckin' with your new ways
Hypocrites cryin', I ain't fuckin' with your damn views
Crucifix broke, now there's blood up on the damn pews
Stabbed me in the back, now you just another Brutus
'Bout to turn you in, now I'm feeling like I'm Judas
Silver 'round my neck and it only cost me thirty
Gotta wash my feet 'cause I been walkin' dirty
David and Goliath, I ain't fuckin' with no stones
Talk a lot of shit, let these bars break your bones
Pride is the power and the power is the pride
I ain't seen death, but you know I've fuckin' tried
Ego out the roof, I ain't talkin' 'bout Vegeta
Spice up in my soul got me hot like fajitas
Chillin' at the crib and I'm sittin' on a throne
World on fire, bitch, you know I'm watchin' Rome