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rome streetz - heart on froze lyrics
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[verse 1: rome streetz]
ayo, you f_ck n_ggas will never, ever get close to this (never)
rose out the coke, smoke to gold quote vocalist
dior coat with the toast in it
steppin’ on your throat, n_ggas know i got the game in a cobra grip (ha)
my name been critically acclaimed, this the culture shift
back out, aim, smoke your sh_t (bow!)
the glock got a clip that extend and hang low from it
got a flip_phone for the fiends, no associates (nah)
stacks in the fendi shoebox i’m selling potent sh_t
quick, how i went from broke to rich
say you “the greatest of all time” sh_t that you do, typical
slice the goat throat likе the voodoo ritual (whoa)
sacrifice, you still be a bum in your aftеrlife
fingertips numb from bagging up white, half the night
lost your motherf_ckin’ mind if you think you rap alike (f_ck outta’ here)
you broke and i get brolic checks like off_white nikes
the homie call me “bl__dy” like a jailhouse knife fight (whoa, oh)
get you any work for the right price
before my raps ever saw the light, swear my life was just like vice
drugs lnc dealing with plugs, fiends with crumpled up dubs
wax paper, scale mask and the gloves
know to differentiate between the hate and the love
it’s what it is, mother_f_ck what it was (f_ck it)
i rose above all the crabs tryna’ keep me down deeper in mud (haha)
gold slugs when i smile, keep weed in my lungs
as far as wins you n_ggas never seen one, n_gga (never, f_ck outta’ here n_gga)
[hook: rome streetz]
mind on money, heart on froze (bow, bow)
gun barrel on fire, smoke out the nose (doot)
razor blade on the table i used to chop the o’s
keep my gucci soles, in a rapper f_ckin throat
mind on money, heart on froze (bow, bow)
gun barrel on fire, smoke out the nose (doot)
razor blade on the table i used to chop the o’s
keep my gucci soles, in a rapper f_ckin throat
[verse 2: rome streetz]
ayo, check
time is money if it ain’t bouta’ dollar then i ain’t got a minute (nah)
you slow n_ggas i’ll teach you something like bobby hemmitt
negotiate i only slide with a high percentage
you eighty_fives plagiarize but you guys finished (yall n_ggas dead)
i’m going global, they love my sh_t like a bon jovi vocal, this dope on pro_tools
you n_ggas been lost ain’t close to my old moves (nah)
the goals been to monetize and grow to a mogul
rise past the backstabbers, put tats on my old wounds
no snake eye hoes, her aura gotta’ be oshun (uh huh)
so smooth, for error it’s no room
for real i was in between a deal, bag of pills and a dope spoon, n_gga
(we have a problem, we have a problem, we have a problem)
f_ck outta here!
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