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rome streetz & big ghost ltd - majisty lyrics

[intro]
a+yo, check

[verse 1]
you know the vibe, get the bread and slide like a waterride (uh+huh)
the eighty+five [??] wise inside of my mind is fortified
now fortune five+hundred thoughts of course, i need a imported porsche
you n+ggas ain’t important, we do this for sport (uh+huh)
your chance to win is short, like muggsy bogues
was outside bubblin’ bowl, left the cutties froze with a runny nose
sold a couple o’s by the highline ballroom
fiends gettin’ high, inhalin’ crack, 8+ball fumes
all of my rhymes prime time, slime your small tune (you n+ggas washed)
my opps get clapped, and left f+cked up with war wounds
catch me on tour soon, spreadin’ the culture
keep a sharp double+edged sword to chop the head off of a vulture
couple racks, i got a volvo off of a smoker
ride around to hit l!cks, i need six bricks (money)
a deluxe appartment in the sky and a thick b+tch
lightshow when i ride by ’cause my wrist lit (bling)
[chorus]
salute me as your majesty, keep a black strap with me
give ’em a point five out of the pack for free
a lil’ sample, rubber grib gun handle
rumble vandals, and light you up like a roman candle (roman candle)
i’m your majesty, a black strap with me
give ’em a point five out of the pack for free
a lil’ sample, rubber grib gun handle
rumble vandals, light you up like a roman candle (roman candle)

[verse 2]
uh, die on the cross like a christian (uh+huh)
bumpin’ diana ross while i slide d+ck in the vixen
the money was small, now i’m tryin’ ball like i’m 6’10
i’m on timin’ like big ben
i need frank skins, dollars, pounds
i’m on the move, i’m always outta town
the power comes after the paper, and you can keep the crown
put you down, keep lettin’ off until i’m outta rounds
the louis leather, but it’s soft brown
i opened the inside pocket and showed my homie a small 4+pound
stay dangerous in new york and when i tour towns
you n+ggas weak, couldn’t move the ball once and four downs
i score like the ’68 cowboys
you n+ggas lack style, i stand poised, been fresher than altoids
the feds’ll do you real foul, talkin’ wild on detroit
top rank like willie lloyd, best to avoid
i hit your b+tch and got annoyed, i’ve been a champ like floyd
sh+t you corny n+ggas drop is just noise, null and void (you n+ggas trash)
this is rome on ‘roids, i’m a mack, not a lover boy, b+tch
[chorus]
salute me as your majesty, keep a black strap with me
give ’em a point five out of the pack for free
a lil’ sample, rubber grib gun handle
rumble vandals, and light you up like a roman candle (roman candle)
i’m your majesty, black strap with me
give ’em a point five out of the pack for free
a lil’ sample, rubber grib gun handle
rumble vandals, light you up like a roman candle (roman candle)

[outro: samples]
”i k!ll with elegancy, for the eloquently”
”i’m your majesty, you’re simply a casualty”
”i k!ll with elegancy, for the eloquently”
”serve is out, i’m your majesty”
”royalty, you get the gist”
”no+no? well, f+ck you n+ggas, you can eat a d+ck”

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