[Lyric] When In Rome (Pat Ron & Coach Tev)

[Intro: Sports Broadcaster]
The ??? tell the word
They love their captain
They love their leader
And suffice to say ladies and gentlemen
The new king of story, has ascended his throne

[Verse 1: Coach Tev]
Midnight madness man on a mission yea
10 months back yea i had the vision yea
I am the head coach not the assistant
Plus i’m like Paul w the words so you better listen yea
You better listen yea
How that boy livin like Christ but he not a Christian yea
Hope you don’t judge me for gettin nat nat in detention yea
And a bunch of foul shit in my past that I wouldn’t mention yea
Ridin round town with my henchmen yea
They got extensions
Bottled up all of this tension ay, we come from lynchings
We come from churches and chicken swear I’m here just bout my business
Twitter fingers kinda itchin she shoot her shot in my mentions
Ay I put it down for my home town
I put it down for my home city
I do this shit for my baby girl who just clocked in at like 6:50
We bout to catch us a break and skate, it’s great, we out of the state
I got the same lil 24 hours as you, it’s never too late
[Chorus: Coach Tev]
Me, I gotta get more
Mink, it drag on the floor
Keep your hand out my drawer
Thief, she break down my door
Freak in Juicy Couture
Geeks are worried bout scores
Me? I'm all about yours

Me, I gotta get more
Mink, it drag on the floor
Keep your hand out my drawer
Thief, she break down my door
Freak in Juicy Couture
Geeks are worried bout scores
Me? I'm all about yours

[Verse 2: Pat Ron]
Smoke one to the dome uh huh
When I'm in Rome uh huh
They feed me like Caesar I'm smoking my reefer eat grapes while I'm stoned uh huh
See I'm from the sticks uh huh
I'm worth a few bricks uh huh
Ain't reppin no flags but I bought the M.O. to the B in this bitch uh huh
I know that these niggas want Trap Ron but the Coach got me back on my cool shit
I had to finesse for the market nigga now I'm back on my smoke and my smooth shit
These niggas don't want me to talk about it cause when I address it I'ma prove shit
I know that these bitches is sick of me flow come from Italy I just might move here
Bouta slide on this track with the juice, the sauce, the drip, whatever you call it
These niggas do not be on shit they just wanna be seen these niggas ain't artist
I studied my market, wrote it I marked it, engraved and fucking embossed it
Then bossed up on niggas I'll floss on you niggas you try to play me on some mark shit
I pull up valet I ain't parking
[Bridge: Pat Ron]
Me, I gotta get high
Pull up, yeah we finna slide
I can't be wasting my time
Got too much shit on my mind
The flow'll send chills up your spine
Can't trust these niggas they lying
King of the jungle a lion, ay


[Chorus: Coach Tev]
Me, I gotta get more
Mink, it drag on the floor
Keep your hand out my drawer
Thief, she break down my door
Freak in Juicy Couture
Geeks are worried bout scores
Me? I'm all about yours

Me, I gotta get more
Mink, it drag on the floor
Keep your hand out my drawer
Thief, she break down my door
Freak in Juicy Couture
Geeks are worried bout scores
Me? I'm all about yours