[Rome Cee - Verse]
Fucking wit chickens, you gotta roaster
I'm close to my morals, only be I'm where I'm supposed to be
That's groceries in the bag wit my whole sum hustle
Won't know the struggle forever which most have become accustomed to
Make it uncomfortable to do what do what you what do
Especially if you doing it wrong, I'm ruin the mood
Like bad news in the forecast, Im doin my brew creamy dark
I like my chicks the same and be on the mark
Ask my babymom, I live it out what I say in my song
Better hope I have a change a heart and say I was wrong
Cause if I put it in the ethers that the ancestors pissed
Won't be hard for us to find out why that man was on that cliff
Jump bitch, Jump bitch, all off a little bit of something
I been cheffing in my mind. An entree is what it come with
Some shit you can't pronounce, it's like a French fancy dish
And come quick, this on the house, I'm like a rich man with bricks
Stan smith kicks courtesy of Adidas, I'm a leader
I'm a show niggas better than I can treat em on my re-up
Second time around I'm freed up, name speaking for itself
Or else it's do or die and I won't be up on no shelf, uh-uh
Who the fuck u think this is? I'm Rome Cee baby!
What a nigga crazy, Think they can shame me
But blame me if he do, I'll play the fool once but never twice
Clever devices is in my mind, I'm negligent and nice
An oxymoron to niggas that know, A trigga blow to the gut
Ain't that ol' rigamarole, so nigga know I'm Wassup
Sometimes you gotta the extra mile to separate
The salivate at the mouth as I soul control and levitate
Totem pole, I'm at the stake, a vampire killa
Try to say that they could take me out, a damn liar is ya?
That empire bigger steadily growing everyday
And at the rate a nigga going, there'll be no one in my place
Like the Empire State, a landmark, the Golden Gate
That's a bridge that they goin have to cross that ain't up for debate
I take my time, hold the weight of the world, call me Kronos
And they take me for just taking ya girl but I don't know though
I don't pogo on the first thing smoking, I gotta go though
I be out; sayonara, til we meat again like Fogo
De Choa my style is wild especially when I'm solo
So imagine when I'm wit the mob,La Costra Nostro, yo
This Thing of Ours
Fucking wit chickens, you gotta roaster
I'm close to my morals, only be I'm where I'm supposed to be
That's groceries in the bag wit my whole sum hustle
Won't know the struggle forever which most have become accustomed to
Make it uncomfortable to do what do what you what do
Especially if you doing it wrong, I'm ruin the mood
Like bad news in the forecast, Im doin my brew creamy dark
I like my chicks the same and be on the mark
Ask my babymom, I live it out what I say in my song
Better hope I have a change a heart and say I was wrong
Cause if I put it in the ethers that the ancestors pissed
Won't be hard for us to find out why that man was on that cliff
Jump bitch, Jump bitch, all off a little bit of something
I been cheffing in my mind. An entree is what it come with
Some shit you can't pronounce, it's like a French fancy dish
And come quick, this on the house, I'm like a rich man with bricks
Stan smith kicks courtesy of Adidas, I'm a leader
I'm a show niggas better than I can treat em on my re-up
Second time around I'm freed up, name speaking for itself
Or else it's do or die and I won't be up on no shelf, uh-uh
Who the fuck u think this is? I'm Rome Cee baby!
What a nigga crazy, Think they can shame me
But blame me if he do, I'll play the fool once but never twice
Clever devices is in my mind, I'm negligent and nice
An oxymoron to niggas that know, A trigga blow to the gut
Ain't that ol' rigamarole, so nigga know I'm Wassup
Sometimes you gotta the extra mile to separate
The salivate at the mouth as I soul control and levitate
Totem pole, I'm at the stake, a vampire killa
Try to say that they could take me out, a damn liar is ya?
That empire bigger steadily growing everyday
And at the rate a nigga going, there'll be no one in my place
Like the Empire State, a landmark, the Golden Gate
That's a bridge that they goin have to cross that ain't up for debate
I take my time, hold the weight of the world, call me Kronos
And they take me for just taking ya girl but I don't know though
I don't pogo on the first thing smoking, I gotta go though
I be out; sayonara, til we meat again like Fogo
De Choa my style is wild especially when I'm solo
So imagine when I'm wit the mob,La Costra Nostro, yo
This Thing of Ours
( Rome Cee )
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