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rome streetz & futurewave - no sample lyrics

[verse: rome streetz]
uh, ayo you n+ggas garbage i’m way ahead by a large margin
see no comp in this house of hip hop b+tch i’m macaulay culkin
the god they call me often come to usher you off to your coffin
rock expensive cloths don’t give a f+ck what it’s costin’
it’s catching wreck, gettin’ travelers checks out in boston
f+ck having a boss i profit off what i’m involved in
all sins committed for the love of the fetti slime
was borderline federal no petty crime
illegal life artistry i got the world fiend’ out for my next design
chef the god just recollect checks off my impressive mind
n+ggas tried to front but fold up soon as you press the line
and be like “never mind” i only polly with the clever kind
i’ll forever shine i was made for this, my dope leaking through the wrapper open the pack up and take a whiff
nasal drip, fly player sh+t, my latest clip a greatest hit
homicide and futurewave makin’ it
the waviest raw like white work they was cookin’ up in eighty+six
no sample if you wanna take a sniff then pay for this
i’ll prefer the paper up front and i ain’t changing sh+t
the waviest raw like white work they was cookin’ up in eighty+six
no sample if you wanna take a sniff then pay for this
i’ll prefer the paper up front and i ain’t changing sh+t
[verse: starker]
yeah, uh, my pile of stories rather allegory
rockin’ gore+tex in my forties, i’m out for yellow bricks like dory we out here chevvin’ your shordie
b+tch pop a kiss she gonna book a flight for me and my n+ggas
we act a fool perform our songs all a movie
no lie detector my survival lesson
artists ain’t learnin’ they lesson until you send em real high like a jetson
movin’ way above the jefferson’s, uh light work con edison
we grip we wake a twin and move a sedative
major flavors blocks in the street like holly blocks in jamaica
drop these singles like clumsy secretaries ballin’ with papers
my uncle jb had a chain so big he threw it on his kids for punishment
that’s my blood then i couldn’t tell you his government
give him a “guard you” and i’m gunnin’ it
sun touch my son no wonder won this to the island i flex, watchin’ tibaná
heard these bullets go within, i got bl!cks for temples of solemn
estella then stick em up, no compliments he gave it up
for massive digits do doing bad and business
you will be [?] magicians

- rome streetz futurewave lyrics

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