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peter rosenberg - hallways lyrics

[intro: roc marciano]
empire
used to sling cocaine, yeah
sling it in the hallways
sling it in the hallways
used to sling cocaine
in the hallway

[verse 1: roc marciano]
yo
free jewels get you cold pressed
don’t let what i say go over your head like stones on my neck
break the rolls broken leg rose from the dead
from bread to toast knock the yolk out your egg
the [?]
put your light out quick like roach clip
before i wrote this sh+t i went on a tow trip
the [?] got the cold drip [?]
they thought i touch the soldier with a vulcan grip
i’m back and i’m better than ever
feds tryna to catch us, we in the nebuchadnezzar
it’s just a tesla
just a test run
don’t accept any replicas
n++++s is really regular
as you can see i done leveled up, medicine in the cup in the seven up
every line run like seven and up
you can tell ‘em [?] i’m not sus
i make it hot from [?] in god we trust
mix the bacardi with the punch, pop the trunk, we got army guns
once i let off the shotty the party done
[interlude: roc marciano]
used to sling cocaine
sling it in the hallway
sling it in the hallway

[verse 2: flee lord]
my fur coat is heroin gray
used to sit countin my chips watchin the heroin play
nah i’m not rich my n++++s swear that i’m paid
eat your food with the uzi then get straight entree
bout to make a run after i calculate these funds
yeah that d+ck have a pass of bread my mouth make her cum
selling ounces in the sun in front the houses in the slum
livin life to the beat and bounce to the drum
serenade the streets while i marinate the beef
the strong will survive yeah we burying in the weak
rhymin for my change white diamonds for the flames
smokin zones in the house not tryna go insane
louis slippers [?] like a movie n++++ dookie dripper
all suede couch with the coogie pillows
stripes like adidas, hoes hype when they meet us
all ice on the fingers four pipes on the beemers
as a freshman i was playing dice with the seniors
now we textin they let me know the price for the stingers
rad 9+11 why the feds tryna sn+tch thirty pounds on that bullsh+t the dreads tryna catch em
hibachi while i’m high beats dropping out the sky
everytime i’m at the light heat poppin out the ride

- peter rosenberg lyrics

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