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soulja boy - rome streetz lyrics

[intro]
would you read us a bedtime story?

conductor, conductor, conductor
yeah
yuh, check, ayo

[verse 1: rome streetz]
being f*cked up for years locked in the box is not the goal
i figured out the flip, i turned a pot of p*ss to pot of gold (i did)
life a gamble like a dice roll at the bellagio
i got the glow, big bottom hoes wanna top me slow and buy me sh*t
like i’m kenny red, my life phenomenal
still the same screwfaced youth that pull a nine on you
my name ring from east to wеst like a line of longitude
thе dope dirty, cut with fenty’, died off of a line of food
garbage dudes couldn’t shine my shoes
always knew it’d speak volumes when you come up crazy off making solid moves
jail was h*ll, somehow i found heaven in the solitude
kept a scalpel, number 11, fronting them ops and you
living rapid, mommy told me “slow down” like chopped and screwed
on the road to riches, keep a four pound for obstacles
in the inner pocket of my mobster suit
where i’m from a bum’ll k!ll you over a crumb and not lie, salute
the homie told me “stay off 50” like it’s ’04
even the smartest n*ggas tryna know more, wisen up
n*gga died with his eyes open, he wasn’t live enough
my b*tch bad as f*ck, by the smoking and still’ll line you up
like the ruler, mind on money making maneuvers
never make the news again, my legal shooter’ll do ya
the ruger spit fire like king koopa, you n*ggas losers
power kiss the ring, i got this rap thing in the stoop’
[chorus: rome streetz]
yo, billy in the back seem hype, i let him hold the torch
he hopped out wylin’, shooting crazy like soulja boy
got him in the frame, snapped shots, not a polaroid
thousand words i never said to the pigs, keep it closed for sure
yo, billy in the back seem hype, i let him hold the torch
he hopped out wylin’, shooting crazy like soulja boy
got him in the frame, snapped shots, not a polaroid
thousand words i never said to the pigs, keep it closed for sure

[verse 2: conway the machine]
yeah
them n*ggas p*ssy, they some hoes for sure
this grown man business, little n*gga close the door (f*ck off)
os to snort leave noses sore
no fenty in the bricks, the whole load was pure
yeah, seven figures what i grossed from tours
buffalo n*gga, got a feeling like the old new york
sent lawyer money to the bro, he gotta go to court
tryna give him seven, he got knocked with a pole before
i can look at you and tell you never sold a brick in your life
and we know you soft, you ain’t living the sh*t that you write
you so timid, it’s like who even considered you nice?
stop that n*gga, twenty bands and i do tricks on the dice
uh, clase azul, i mix with the sprite
head from two b*tches, same time, that’s the sh*t that i like
uh, my future just like my vision, it’s bright
i know it gotta suck, you n*ggas live a miserable life
i ain’t friendly with these rap n*ggas, i ain’t missing polite
i ain’t gon’ give you advice
imma watch your soul leave your body when i dig in my knife
f*a, kiss ’em goodnight, n*gga that’s light
machine
[outro: kanye west]
someone comes up and says something like “i am a god”
everybody says “who does he think he is?”
i just told you who i thought i was, a god

- rome streetz lyrics

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