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rome streetz & ankhlejohn - trap yoga lyrics

[intro: ankhlejohn]
f+ck n+ggas talking ‘bout, ayy, him lord
you know where the f+ck i’m from
big lordy
i changed my name to him lord though
see everybody like, like, that’s him
yeah

[verse 1: ankhlejohn]
this sh+t sound like the game of thrones (huh?)
lotta games i ain’t on, say my name wrong and it’s off, yeah
m&p out the window, k ain’t wrong, the beam on
my n+gga low temper, he start shooting first if it seem wrong
they gon’ label this as a drug deal gone bad, i know it
remind me of blue hill avenue, you seen it, i know it
take it easy when you snorting the coke, kid, you don’t wanna turn into a blowfish
roll the sh+t, i smoke trees where the policе live (in front of the white housе)
n+gga, i’m sick like covid
b+tches loved me when i had no kid (the f+ck?)
i can’t imagine livin’ my life with no drip (how?)
the fit i got on today make no sense (i’m doin’ ‘em dirty)
i had ya’ style back in ‘06 (you n+ggas late)

[verse 2: rome streetz]
yeah
f+ck
yo, check
look, ayo
it’s cut and dry, you either with it or you ain’t (uh huh)
seen the best and worst with my two eyes, baby, i ain’t no saint
they lacking fly artistry in the pictures they try to paint
playing bargain, brand jargon, i’m don goggin, i rank uno
everything i spew puto, in the booth i’m cujo
heard ya’ tape scr+ped, you stoop to a new low (sh+t trash)
only rock the vintage, no new low
got a thing for fine, slightly toxic women that play a role like cuoco
remember every weekend was a new [?]
i’m popular
she treat me like a thermometer, [?]
she helped me sell my acid, had her on some ghetto shaman stuff
dangerous, still’ll try to line you up
n+gga, nah, we ain’t the same, our cloth way different, this sh+t a finer cut
made from all of my trials and tribulations, designed in blood
mommy told me go and get a job, i went a found a plug (uh huh)
forever hustlin’, really, my n+gga, i’ll sell more than drugs (fact)
you what i call a scrub
lately i’d rather do it for the love, money’s a plus, just pay it all to us
you n+ggas covered all in rust, washed up
started with hard luck, caught charges from livin’ in the rush
i leveled up, became a smarter crook, learnt more finesses
cut the middleman out the picture, saw bigger extras (cash)
forever f+ck you and who next up, just make sure that the check cut
motherf+cka

- rome streetz ankhlejohn lyrics

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