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heavy traffic - rome streetz & daringer lyrics

[intro: sample]
it’s gonna work
wish i was as sure
we’ve covered every angle; nothing can go wrong
everything can go wrong
just the cops, waiting for you to make a mistake

[verse 1]
prada’d down, i’m looking prestigious
finessin’, used to hit the register with pressed pieces
i put the powder in the pod, i never went collegiate
keep the pistol on me, they envious when you eatin’ (f*ck ’em)
our n*ggas will never be even (never)
you’ll forever lose, you’re destitute, a bum can never be king
now my name buzzin’, b*tches on my d*ck like i’m the weeknd (ha ha)
i wrap with crooks, wise n*ggas with greasy looks
bad hoes thumbin’ through dough, gun in they pocketbook
sun shinin’, don’t f*ck up your eyes tryna watch and look at lord
you a p*wn on the board, get shot by a rook’ (bow)
i slide off wit’ ya queen, king, you a easy jux
a wild teen, mom said “chill and read a book or the judge’ll throw you one”
been a smokin’ gun
always had the glow, the blind know i’m the chosen one
take this sh*t in vein, this the opium
a lot of n*ggas in the game, i bulldozed over them
[chorus]
makin’ my way in this sh*t (uh*huh)
long way from when i was weighin’ and sh*t
heavy traffic and was always on my way to a l!ck
plots to make the paper get thick from takin’ calculated risks
makin’ my way in this sh*t
long way from when i was weighin’ and sh*t
heavy traffic and was always on my way to a l!ck
plots to make the paper get thick from takin’ calculated risks (uh)

[verse 2]
it was mugshots, now my face on a portrait
it’s the lord in thousand dollar air forces (uh*huh)
purple label sh*ttin’ on horses, still coast to cook sauces
the pretty hoes chose when they saw this (yeah)
but that’s the norm when the sh*t you on enormous
and real form was trappin’ through dorms, gettin’ my portions (money)
couple of my n*ggas gone, we couldn’t push porsches (rip)
on the highway, word to chak, i did it my way
i’m up, can’t hear nothin’ that the bums on the side say (f*ck outta here)
opinions they shuckin’, jive bitin’, try to ride wave
but them n*ggas dusty, they don’t do sh*t in a fly way
i’m inspirational, sensational
was on the cash chase, doin’ crimes for cake then i made it through (uh*huh)
f*ck who the best in the squad, really i spray the crew (grrt)
you know the drill, the list of names is a plate of food (you n*ggas bums)
i play the game like i made the rules
shake you out your shoes, hang my sh*t in the louvre
all praises due (uh*huh)

- rome streetz daringer lyrics

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