caine casanova - roman holiday lyrics
[verse 1: caine casanova]
flexing pieces, house for leases
stolen visas, anna lisa take it easy
social evil, total leakage
grownup people, global leaders
low achievers, ebola fever
broken needles, model cleavage
far from decent, f-ck a reason
known and needed, too conceited
youth believing, misconceiving, troop retreating
mom i got the pastor warning
i’m the one, the son, the one who rose in morning
argue with me, all is history, are you with me?
answer quick the fire’s swarming
remain alive, it’s genocide
bear the burn, know your turn it’s h-ll outside
give me freedom til it’s fair, if i die there
i don’t really wanna break the silence
i don’t really wanna feel compliant
i don’t really wanna start another riot if it’s n-ggas dying
look skinny but i’m built a giant
act busy every time i get the energy that gets me smiling
frankly i could i push my way through doors with ease
i could drop my debut on a b-tch
understand me, boy i own this sh-t
tranquilizers, public merchandising
common sedatives my brain is stabilizing
no demoralizing what i’m symbolizing
i need opioids if there’s no other toxins
f-ck anesthetics and a public list
that can duplicate into a publicist
i’m on other some sh-t i got some supplements
it only takes a pinch to make your cousins kiss
i’m going overboard like michael jackson’s kid
he foaming at the mouth and scaring cats again
there’s a manic and no one’s captured him because see the way he act is so extravagant
i’m feeling dizziness it’s somewhat moderate
i gotta a spanish b-tch that’s named all kind of sh-t
too many tolerant, i built a following now the opposition is an operant
[bridge]
woah, y ‘all gon make me vaca from my home
y’ all feeling vacant from my zone
nah n-gga don’t trip (trip)
nah n-gga don’t slip (don’t slip), nah n-gga
[verse 2: kvng staxx]
straight out them trenches, i grew up too fast
selling narcotics and toting them straps
riding in hotties, police on my -ss
my foot on the floor, 200 on the dash
hop in vette’ i’m racing to a check, came up from sh-t and now it’s time to flex
i’m tryna put them diamonds on my neck
no these ain’t flooky, b-tch it’s vvs
i’m a real n-gga but ain’t gotta say it
my n-ggas can vouch, when we came from that bas-m-nt
we ain’t have sh-t but a mic and dream
but knew that this rap sh-t was how we gon’ make it
sh-t start moving slow, n-ggas ran out of patience
some n-ggas still here and i love em to death
my n-ggas know that ima ride to end and my loyalty you ain’t ever gotta question
i’m tryna run it up, run it up, run it up
i’m tryna stack me a 100 mill’
i was down bad and them n-ggas ain’t give a f-ck
i was struggling just to get a meal
me, xae and boogie, and my n-gga booka we ovx n-gga so f-ck a deal
we came from that bottom from not having nothing
you boys gotta get on your sh-t for real
i was in the hood plotting on a l!ck
i made a couple opps, i had to cop a stick
ain’t beefing over nothing, especially a b-tch
but n-ggas act like hoes so king ain’t ducking sh-t
i was on the road tryna stack these chips, and my hundreds blue
you know i’m banging crip
i was on my own ain’t never give me sh-t
but now i’m on my thrown, they got nowhere to sit
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