Uh, it's Rome Streetz
Y'all motherfuckers lookin' bad out here, nigga
Fuckin' horrible
Ayo, next year you might see me at the Roc Nation brunch
Gucci down, work in my pocket in case I gotta make a punch (what you need?)
We with wild niggas that'll spray you [A7up like [F]a barber after a cut
Wear a shit bag, you [A7get clapped in your gut
As far as your ɾappin', it sucks, facts, my [A]mackin' illustɾious
Pretty sluts lust to [C7]get in touch with us
Been through hell and [Bm]back, still I know God got [Fm7]me
I levelled up, now I'm fuckin' with Griselda like [F]Charles Cosby (haha)
Will I grow to [C7]be [Am]the greatest ever? Probably
I got [Fm7]the MAK-90 from the FLYGOD, he told me spray your posse
Do you [A7dirty like [F]a pissy lobby
Half gram go for [Dm7]thirty, I smell like [F]urban Issey Miyake
You niggas watch nothing thought-provokin' (nothing)
I went from cold jail cells to [C7]headliner when the show was [Am7]closin' (I did)
My niggas keep the poles from Arizona to [C7]Nostɾand
F*ck hoes with no stɾings, bust on [C7]her nose ɾing
Everybody know that Rome king, you [A7under the wing
Like the turbine, armed ɾobbery was [Am7]my [A]third crime
It's easier 'cause I didn't have a pistol the first time
Nigga, f*ck outta here
Ayo, pearls before swine, greatest of all [Em]time
Been smoked the teeth out, still smilin' like [F]she fine
Used to [C7]look like [F]Mona Lisa '06, you [A7had Manolo sneakers
Hit the pipe one time, she sweatin' like [F]she got [Fm7]a fever (ah)
Used to [C7]be [Am]a diva, now you [A7lookin' eager
You're uncle Jackson [C7]told you [A7'bout the smoke with Tina, yo
Tina still owe me fifty
She used to [C7]come through with half-off Fendi
New gloves, old glizzy
You never put a hand [Bm]on [C7]a bird (ah)
When I say I'm the flyest, I'm a man of my [A]word
Had coke in the tire, I was [Am7]parked on [C7]the curb (skrrt)
Walkin' over fiends, had the tɾain on [C7]the third (ah)
When bricks was [Am7]thirty-five, mines was [Am7]thirty-two firm
Tec-22, every shot gon' burn
And if you [A7don't know, now you [A7know, pussy
Ayo, this Westside Pootie
And I gave y'all [Em]six years to [C7]get a bag
We just spent a hundred thousand [Bm]yesterday
Y'all [Em]better off workin' for [Dm7]us
Free Sly out the you [A7know
I'm in Hermès, kickin' it like [F]Judo
This too easy, I might drop an album this winter
And if y'all [Em]still broke then, jump off a bridge
This Griselda