Eddie Kingston
Rome Streetz, Westside Gunn
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Brr, ayo Brr Ayo, ayo Ayo, I'm in the Aston shootin' out the passenger side Life is lavish, we classic Niggas lackin', passing 'em by Beautiful mind, beautiful rhyme Drum on the stick, massive Still packin' dope on Saturdays When niggas fiend for dope who had to drive to work It couldn't swim its like my wrist be automatic, yours is tragic Pistol plastic, pistol addicts Brain magic, flip your whole block solo Split that shit two times if I see kids, it's a no go TNT, ain't nobody seeing me A shooter on his fifth line, he think he seeing things Hitting everything, I'm talking wrong things, right things With the M16, he only nineteen, you'd think he saw green Forever, I scream Supreme North Face pocket Got the order for five fiends Man slaughter on your recorder You know the vibes be Candyman, it's murder when I arrive on the scene Shit get dangerous, no famous shit Became the fan favorite Fools spitting falsified flows, its all flavorless Got shit in the chokehold, give a f*ck if I made your list I made brick money, talking shit, having my way with this From MDMA, you was 840, I made him pay for zips Crush a rock with a quarter on the table and take a sniff Dropped all of my sins on the street corner and saved the blessings Smoked the trees out the Bible cage, my brain waves is reckless Rome chapter two, verse three, so watch the way you stepping Spray the weapon, shells go through FLYGOD Avirexes Coming live from where they banging and scamming Little niggas on jokers stash making more than they parents A little know-how and your bank profile turn to a dough pal And cheddar getter aura make all of the hoes go down Bet against the squad, you picked the worst lane Stash your dope from the plates that I ate off like Hitler first name Finesse you like Bernie Madoff in some rehearsed game Was born with this, seen too many fail, I can't afford to slip Went from fleeing many felony charges to fortunate Fly fashion rebel fucking on your fiance Living fast for the funds, did stick ups with Andre Fast forward, now its 400 dollars when we eat entrees Your bitch cum to my songs on long play Repeat the playlist, you just a pion Everything beyond greatness, GxFR Get a neck scar, my best fiend from Union Square Who buy hard, he look like Brett Favre Work on my aim and be a sharp shooter like Bret Hart When my shit come on it's the best part, nigga F*ck outta here
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