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cadillac smoke - rome streetz & daringer lyrics

[verse 1: rome streetz]
ayo
product of my decisions, i guess they all paid off
now i’m tryna turn this project to a porsche (uh*huh)
got the fourth, i know you peons on pause (you n*ggas bums)
fightin’ for a spot that’ll never ever be yours (never)
since i popped up it’s been a wrap like gauze
if i’m rappin’ on your track, you’re in the morgue, frozen on a board (ugh)
jordan shoulder shrug wit’ your blood on my sword
they all annoyed, the heights that i sought, i’m still goin’ up (goin’ up)
wise ‘cus i know i don’t know enough
i’m in go mode, i cracked the code, i suppose i got the golden touch (yo)
everything they on gon’ turn to rust, this the angel dust
if you brave enough, take a puff
i’m just a product of havin’ a minus and tryna make it a plus (uh*huh)
draggin’ my nuts on the fast path to the bucks
the fame’ll have you clashin’ with l*st
havin’ everything in your grasp makes it easy to crash, i had to st*rdy up
just pressin’ cards in the hotel, dope sales
plenty risk takers speed racing on the dope trail (skrrt)
dark web gettin’ bricks in the mail
high tech, i could prolly teach finessin’ in yale
step one: go invest in a scale
step two ain’t free, that type of game i only got for sale, pay the bill
my prior contacts was takin’ pills, now it’s contracts and label deals
pray to god to keep the snakes revealed
[verse 2: meyhem lauren]
condoms in the condominium the minimum
loose diamonds placed on plates made of obsidian
not a civilian; i’m civilly, i’m a citizen
pop’ll drop a dividend, doggy, i really get it in
fresh ‘vettes, love letters, and death threats (uh*huh)
rockin’ oysterflex, flex ’em while i’m eatin’ oysters (whooo)
ultimate with ultimatums, only give ’em choices
retainer for my lawyer, paranoia, hearin’ voices (ugh)
still don’t trust n0body, and i’m retired
throw ’em in the ocean if they movin’ like they wired
sneakers is european, vehicle is a b.m
seasonal celestial being, pack like i’m fleeing
went from 300 grams to 300 thou’
when that’s just my watch collection, y’all n*ggas should know my style
lemme chill out, take the tool off
jump in the jacuzzi wit’ jewels and cool the pool off (uh*huh)
used to move soft to cop a new loft
fired then hired myself, i got a new boss
two grand dimes, signs of the times
evolution the solution so my neck still shines (bling)
was hands on wit’ it like a chris brown meet and greet
the game’s gettin’ out of the game, don’t try to beat the street

[outro]

- rome streetz daringer lyrics

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